A few months ago, my niece who lives some distance away, sent me a message with the following question.
Was it hard being an air force wife? My boyfriend is starting to get ready for talking to recruiters and I just wanted to know if he were to get in and one day we got married how hard would it be to be an air force wife?
I spent fifteen years as a “dependent wife”. This was a term I always despised so I came up with a better title: Military Household Management Specialist. During this time, I have to say that I met some of the most, immature, self-absorbed, and incompetent women on the face of the earth. Every deployment, every inconvenience was met with petulant whining and clever manipulation. Deprived of their husbands, they expected the First Sergeants to find suitable substitutes for grass mowing, snow shoveling, car repairs, even light bulb changing and taking out the garbage. And when the nights got too long and too cold, they found comfort in the arms of other men. I had no respect for such women, and fortunately they were rare. More often, I met women who were the epitome of grace, dignity, patriotism, and pride. These strong and self-sufficient women became my role models. They endured much. Multiple births, major surgeries, cancer treatments, the deaths of loved ones. All these born alone with husband and family members thousands of miles away. Military wives help each other through these hardships and form lifelong bonds that transcend time and distance. If the dreaded official car stops in front of your house, they are the ones who hold you up. At the same time knowing, “there but for the grace of God”. These are the women who inspired me. They also humbled me. For I was blessed. Even though there were plenty of headaches, and hardships, missed anniversaries, Christmases and birthdays, my husband was there for the births of his children, and retired from service healthy and whole. Friday was Military Spouse Appreciation Day. In honor of those who are still living the life, and those who are contemplating it, here, at the suggestion of my niece, is the answer I gave to her question.
There’s no easy one-size fits all answer to that question. I can tell you that being in the military is a hard life for families, but it can be a good and rewarding life if you have the right attitude. You have to understand that in the military the mission ALWAYS comes first. We were taught that in a Christian marriage, you put the needs of your spouse first, but it cannot be that way in a military marriage, you have to accept that you will be second, not because he wants it that way, but because it has to be that way. He might not get to be there for the birth of his children. He will miss birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmases and it will be as hard on you as it will be for him. You will move often and you will be thousands of miles away from your family and friends back home. You will be lonely and your non-military friends will not be able to relate to the life you now lead. You will need to be self-sufficient. You will have to mow grass, change light bulbs, take out the trash, and kill spiders for yourself. While your husband is deployed you will need to take responsibility for running the household. You will need to know how to pay bills, file taxes, and balance the checkbook. You will need to be trustworthy, because he will have to leave you his power of attorney, giving you the ability to handle any personal legal business for him. This will also give you the power to ruin him financially, so you have to be a woman of character. You will have to ask yourself, if you would be able to accept that he might have to kill someone in the line of duty. Would knowing that he did, change how you feel about him? You have to prepare yourself mentally for the possibility that he might be killed, but not to constantly dwell on that or you will drive yourself crazy. You will also have to teach your children how to deal with this as well. But to tell you the truth, it is worth it. You will be an important part of the support system that enables military men and women to do their jobs and get home safely. With the grace of God, you will grow and mature in ways you can’t even imagine now. You will be able to handle crisis and hardships that you never thought you could. You will get to go places and see things that you might never have the opportunity to if you weren’t a military spouse. You get to buy groceries at the commissary and shop at the BX and save a lot of money by doing so. You get military discounts at lots of stores. You will gain the support and friendship of other military spouses. Most importantly, you get to be proud to be married to a man who is fighting to bring liberty and freedom to the world. You get to carry with you the satisfaction of knowing that the sacrifices you make, help to secure the peace of the only nation on earth that recognizes that our rights are granted by God and not government. The most important thing you can do, is to be honest with your boyfriend about how you feel about being a military spouse. Share with him your fears and feelings now, before he signs up. If you get married, it won’t be just him serving; it will be the both of you and your children as well. This is a decision you should make together.
Marriage is, and always has been, a religious issue. For thousands of years, this sacred union between one man and one woman was presided over, and solely administered by, religious authorities (i.e. a priest, pastor, imam, rabbi, or the like), and remained relatively free of secular influence. Over the course of the past century, however, secular governments, with overwhelming support from the liberal community, have attempted to redefine marriage, ignoring both religious freedom and the separation of church and state in the process.
Congress is now debating Senate Bill 649 The Safe Communities, Safe Schools Act of 2013. As the Obama administration continues to increase the strong-arm of the government over us, it is important that you contact your representatives and let them know your view. We cannot depend on the media to accurately reflect the views of conservative America, they won’t be taught in the schools. If we are to change the culture and return this nation to its once exceptional state, we must make our voices heard. Here is an example of an email I sent to each of my state’s Congressmen. Feel free to copy, edit, or write your own letter, JUST DO IT. You can find the addresses for your representatives here: http://www.house.gov/representatives/
As a registered voter in the state of _________, I am informing you of my opposition to the various gun bills, specifically S. 649, the “Safe Communities, Safe Schools Act of 2013”, introduced on March 21, that are being introduced in Congress. As you debate these bills in the coming days, please keep the following in mind:
There is little evidence that any of the proposed measures would indeed reduce violent crime, however there is evidence to show that in many areas of the country where the legal ownership of guns is encouraged, violent crime has been reduced.
The Constitution guarantees our right of gun ownership for more than just hunting and personal protection against crime. It was clear from the other writings of our Founding Fathers, that gun ownership was a way to protect the citizenry from the overbearing tyranny of a government out of control. As an informed voter, I would strongly reconsider my support for a Congressman who votes in favor of any bill that would increase the stranglehold of governmental power, while decreasing my right as a citizen to maintain control over it.
Common sense dictates that one of the best ways to increase safety in our schools and communities is to improve services to the mentally ill. Our system now is a revolving door where treatment is fragmented and inadequate. Steps need to be taken to make it easier for parents, legal guardians and law enforcement officials to commit violently mentally ill persons for treatment. There also needs to be in place a system by which such persons are monitored to be sure that treatment plans are followed.
All schools should be required to provide adequate armed security based on the number of students and staff on the property, and funding should be made available for this purpose. This security could take many forms, from district created police forces, to support from local law enforcement, to the training and arming school staff. The choice on what form this should take should be left up to the local school districts.
Background checks are an important tool to keep guns out of the hands of convicted criminals and the dangerously mentally ill. I personally do not object to background checks for the personal sale of firearms. However the exchange of guns between family members, whether through sale, gift, or inheritance should be exempted from this requirement. Furthermore the checks should be accomplished using existing databases. There should not be any database created to track applications for background checks, or gun purchases.
We were all horrified by the slaughter of innocent children at Sandy Hook, but as terrible as these types of incidents are, it is important that as a representative of your constituents, you put the emotional considerations aside and base your vote solely on the constitutionality of the bills at hand. Our personal liberties are precious and come time for reelection, my vote then will be heavily influenced by your vote now.
This coming May the Boy Scouts of America will make a decision on whether or not to allow gay people into the organization. As a scout parent, I have very mixed feelings about this issue. For more that one hundred years the organization has fulfilled a need that may be greater now than ever before. As our society increasingly seeks to emasculate the male gender, young men need a place where “boys can be boys” while still learning the foundations of integrity taught by the Scouting program. The values enumerated in the Boy Scout Law, trustworthiness, loyalty, helpfulness, friendship, courtesy, kindness, obedience, cheerfulness, thriftiness, bravery, cleanliness, and reverence are values that are sorely needed in all aspects of today’s world. From the White House, to the board room, to the schools, and the media, our society is yearning for men (and women) who will place personal integrity above their own needs for power and glory and wealth. The kind of men Scouting creates, and yet, this same society has sought on several occasions to tear down the tenets of Scouting as outdated or discriminatory. This is a dark place for the organization to be in. The issues are complex and weighty, and there is no solution that won’t hurt the program in some way.
The safety of the boys is the most important consideration in this issue. The idea that allowing gay leaders would somehow lead to an increase in sexual abuse is based more on emotion than fact. Homosexuality, and Pedophilia come from two different mindsets. I would expect any leader, regardless of his or her sexual orientation to keep their private lives, private. Just as it would be inappropriate for a man and a woman married or not to engage in sexual behavior during a Scout function, so would it be for a gay couple. Because the standards of behavior for adult leaders are well established and could apply to any sexual orientation, removing leaders who violate the rules could be accomplished without valid accusations of discrimination.
Allowing gay boys into the organization is more problematic. Navigating the hormonal seas of adolescence is difficult for any teenager. Add in an immature frontal cortex, the judgement center of the brain, and you have a recipe for all sorts of bad decisions. That is why coed groups such as Venturing, have strict rules of behavior. Many of those same rules could be used in a mixed group of gay and heterosexual boys, but it would be impossible to segregate tenting and bathing without discriminating against the gay Scouts. To be fair, there are already gay boys within the ranks who are engaging in camping and other Scouting activities alongside their fellow Scouts without any problem. But this could be attributed to a boy’s trying to hide his homosexuality from the other Scouts. If homosexuality is an acceptable behavior, would gay boys continue to be discreet about it? Regardless of your stance on the issue, this is something that has to be considered and appropriate rules put in place. Other wise it could lead to an incident that could be emotionally devastating to all boys involved.
The solution that the BSA seems to be favoring is to leave the decision up to the local units, based on the criteria of their chartering organizations. This will leave individual troops vulnerable to lawsuits if they choose to exclude gay members. As long as the National Organization is will to offset the legal costs to these troops it may be the best alternative. Solving the problem at a local level will make it possible for gay boys to form their own troops if there are none available.
No matter what decision the National Organization makes, it faces an uncertain future. If they decide to allow gay persons, they will lose the backing of the churches where so many troops are chartered. Many Scouting families, attracted by the emphasis on moral behavior, will leave in droves, possibly crippling the Scouting movement. If they do not allow gays, the organization will face an exodus of members sympathetic to the gay cause. They will also face legal pressures from outside groups who opposed any organization with Christian ties. Sadly, this is a battle the Boys Scouts of America should not have to face. The Supreme Court ruled in 2000 that the BSA had the right as a private organization to establish its own policies regarding who it allows to join. The state of California is proposing a law, SB323, that will strip the BSA and other organizations that exclude, gays, atheists, and others based on their religion, gender, or sexual identity, of their tax exempt status. This will essentially prevent these organizations from being able to operate in that state. This is wrong. It is not the place of any government, local, state or federal, to remove an organization’s Constitutional rights, in order to promote a social agenda. Indeed it should be society that will ultimately decide whether the BSA is still relevant in today’s world, and it will be society that will pay the price should it decide that the BSA is not.
It seems that the Department of Defense is continually looking for new and improved ways of breaking its contract with Military Veterans. Starting during the Clinton administration, continued through the Democrat controlled Congress of the Bush administration, and blessed by the Obama administration, the Department of Defense has repeatedly attempted to undermine the healthcare benefits of military retirees and their families. Last year, the annual fees for Tricare coverage were nearly doubled. The copays for prescription drugs went up also, and will do so again soon. The increases will be tied to any cost of living increases in retirement pay. Effectively negating those raises.
Now, about a week ago, retirees in the Tricare South region were informed by email that as of October 1, 2013, those who live more than forty miles from a military medical facility will have their Tricare Prime coverage stripped from them. This change will force Veterans and their families into the prohibitively more expensive Tricare Standard coverage. Two groups of military retirees will be hit especially hard. Those who still have young children, and those who live solely off of their military retirement pay and Social Security.
Most Veterans understand that in order to balance the Federal Budget cuts will have to be made somewhere. But as long as waste, fraud, abuse, and redundancies remain a part of business as usual in Washington, balancing the budget on the backs of Veterans who have served with pride and honor, who have already sacrificed much, is simply unforgivable. These changes flew under the radar. There was no press coverage, no media outrage. No, it’s as if the Obama administration purposely keeps anything from the general public that doesn’t support the narrative of “health care for all”. Americans support and honor their Veterans. Even when the government they served under does not. For President Obama to claim affordable healthcare as his legacy while allowing an increase in the cost for those who served their Commander-in-Chief, is the height of hypocrisy.
Veterans and their families can’t fight this battle alone. We need all Americans to write their representatives, and the President. Get involved and make some noise. Compel Washington to keep its promise and right this wrong.
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The recent rampage in Newport, Connecticut has the entire country talking about gun rights, safety, and the protection of young, innocent schoolchildren. Fixing the woeful measures of school protection, is a commonly held belief, across politics of all stripes. How best to protect those schoolchildren, however, has any number of suggestions, and just as many critics.
Many centrists and most Republicans support the placing of armed police, either active or retired, in schools.
Robert Colton stood in the dining room of his well-appointed home, gazing though the arched opening into the living-room. The Christmas tree sparkled. Its lights dancing off the shining, shredded wrapping paper strewn underneath, the aftermath of the opening of presents. The scrumptious aroma of turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie drifted through the house, teasing the stomachs of its inhabitants. Robert’s mind was not on the scene before him. He was reflecting on his current state of affairs. The last few years had been a roller-coaster ride for his pest-control business. When the housing bubble was on the rise, his company was hard-pressed to keep up with the demand for new termite bonds. Then the bubble burst, and the steady stream of new houses, ready to be protected from wood destroying pests, slowed to a trickle, and then a drip. As the economy worsened, and loyal customers had to tighten their belts, renewing those termite bonds, and keeping the roaches at bay kept getting pushed further down the list of priorities. Still, with a good business sense, he had managed to keep the company, that he had inherited from his father, prosperous. He thought about the two young men, having a beer by the fireplace. He couldn’t be prouder of both of them. Mark, his son, had followed him into the family business. Wade, his son-in-law, was a Lieutenant in the Marine Corps. He walked across the room and joined in the conversation. Mark, soon to be a dad for the first time, was expressing his anxiety about being able to provide for the baby he and his wife Jennifer, were expecting in March. Wade, just home from his second tour in Afghanistan, was happy to be sharing the holiday with his wife Hannah, and their five-year-old daughter, Emma. While he was glad that this was his last tour to the Middle East, he still harbored a tinge of bitterness at ending the war with the job unfinished. He couldn’t help feeling that a tour in Iraq and two to Afghanistan, amounted to nothing more than missed birthdays, Christmases and anniversaries wasted. Iraq wasn’t secure, the Taliban would regain control of Afghanistan, and Al Qaeda still posed a threat to world peace.
“Thank you for the Video Barbie, and the Razor chalk scooter, and the Nabi, Pawpaw.” ”You’re welcome sweetie.” Emma bounced across the room, and twirled the skirt of her black velvet and plaid taffeta Christmas dress. Her blond curls, tumbling around her head, gave her an angelic look. As she danced around the living room playing with her new toys, she embodied all the innocence and hope that makes children her age so precious. Robert loved doting on his granddaughter and in spite of the half-hearted objections from his daughter and son-in-law, he spoiled her shamelessly. This year however, the satisfaction he got from generously giving to his children and grandchild was tinged with remorse. Even through the recession, he was able to hang on to all of his employees. By improving the efficiency of his business, he was able to maintain the salaries and benefits for his workers, and still provide a quality service at a decent price for his customers. It had been a difficult balance to maintain. Every ounce of fat had been cut. Every waste eliminated. But now, with the November elections, came a new hurdle to scale. The impending repeal of the Bush Era tax cuts and the looming expenses of the Affordable Care Act would hit his company hard. He could water down his chemicals and double his prices, but his conscience told him that would drive away business instead of increasing revenue. And in the process he would irreparably damage the sterling reputation that his father had earned and passed on to him. He spent hours with his accountants desperately searching for another way, but it was clear he had no choice. So on the first day of December, it was with a lead heavy heart and a lump in his throat that Robert called all sixty of his employees into his office one by one and told them that in January he would have to let eleven of them go. ”Damn” he though to himself, “these are good people and they don’t deserve this”. Now he was left with the impossible task of choosing who to fire. Many of his employees had been with him for years. He had been invited to their weddings, then their children’s weddings. They came to him for advice. He thought of them as family.
He cared about his employees and tried to help them out whenever he could. So when Mike, one of his technicians came to him a year ago, and asked him for help with his sister, Robert didn’t think twice about it. Angie was twenty years old with three children. When she found herself pregnant at sixteen, she dropped out of high school and never completed her GED. Her life was spent with various men who were happy to father children, but had no desire to be fathers to them. Her family had made it clear that they would be willing to help her find a job and get on her feet, but her dead-beat baby daddies were not welcome. The thought of keeping a schedule and following someone else’s rules did not appeal to her, it was much easier to find a sugar-daddy to pay her bills. When her last boyfriend was sent to jail for armed robbery, leaving her alone with no employable skills and three mouths to feed, she was finally willing to accept her family’s help. She moved in with Mike and his wife and agreed to meet with Robert. After an hour-long interview it was obvious that Angie lacked the skills to work in the office, but Robert wanted to help so he offered her a job as a housekeeper. Though his wife, Kate, insisted that she didn’t need help around the house, she agreed to give Angie a chance. Angie was to work from nine to four on weekdays, and have weekends and holidays off. Her duties were basic housekeeping and laundry but no cooking. Her pay would be twelve dollars an hour. A little below the average salary for a housekeeper, but Angie could bring the baby with her to work, and Robert and Kate agreed to pay the daycare expenses for the other two. Angie and Kate were a case study in personality contrasts. Kate had always taken pride in her home. She liked things neat and orderly. The beds were always made and you’d never find a pile of dirty dishes in her kitchen. Angie took no pride in her work. Kate tried to instruct her in proper housekeeping techniques, but Angie insisted on taking shortcuts. Kate would often find her watching TV in the rec-room while a basket of laundry needed folding in the wash room. Kate was more than happy to give Angie time off to be with her children when they were sick, but it was odd how a trip to the doctor usually included a side trip to the beauty parlor or nail salon. Then there was the habit Angie had of dropping, not so subtle hints, for clothes and toys for her kids. It was not unusual for Robert to come home and find Kate mopping, vacuuming or finishing up something that Angie should have done. So they were absolutely dumbfounded when in October, with all the righteous indignation she could muster, Angie approached them and demanded a raise. When Robert pointed out that with her work ethic and skills she would have a hard time finding a job anywhere else, let alone one that provided childcare, Angie announced, without a shred of shame, ” When Obama gets elected next month, I won’t have to worry about getting a job. The government will pay for my food, rent, and medical care.” Then she turned, stormed out the door and returned only to collect her last paycheck.
Arliss Jackson’s modest home sat on an acre of land on the perimeter of a National Forest. The perfect place for a man who loved to hunt and fish. Arliss and his wife, Nicole, had begun saving for a down payment as soon as they were married. Fifteen years ago, they bought the land and had a house built on it. Arliss had considered himself lucky. He knew several men, many of whom were in construction or middle management positions, who had lost their jobs. So far, thanks to the keen business sense of his boss, his company had managed to avoid layoffs, but now that was changing. He had begun working during the summer for Colton Pest Control, back when he was still in high school. Though he was grooming Robert to take over the business, Old Man Colton was still calling the shots and he liked to hire local teenagers to clean up the trucks and the yard, and do other odd jobs around the office. The old man saw something he liked in Arliss’s attitude and work ethic, so he made him a deal. If Arliss would keep his grades up, and work to obtain some scholarships, Old Man Colton would pay the difference for his college degree. So Arliss worked hard and studied hard, and when he graduated college with a Bachelor’s Degree in Entomology, Robert, who had now taken over the business, hired him as a manager. Robert knew it would be helpful to have someone in the office who could help him navigate the numerous and sometimes incomprehensible labyrinth of EPA regulations that governed the pest control business. Arliss enjoyed his job. He felt a satisfaction in providing a beneficial service. One that protected property and helped prevent the spread of disease. He felt a loyalty to Colton Pest Control and to the Colton family who had been more than generous. When Arliss’s son Levi was born, he had a congenital heart defect that required surgery and a lengthy hospital stay. Robert told him to take all the time he needed to be with his son and Nicole. He even offered to cover any medical expenses the insurance didn’t. And when they were finally able to bring Levi home from the hospital, Robert and Kate came to the house with a spaghetti dinner and casseroles for the freezer. Arliss understood better than any of the other employees, just how heartbroken Robert was to have to let some people go. Robert was sure to let everyone know how pleased he was with their work, and that who would stay and who would go would be determined purely by the economics of the situation. Arliss couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that because he was one of the highest paid employees and worked mostly in the office and not out in the field, that he would be one of the first to go.
Arliss stood in his driveway watching the multicolored lights blinking cheerfully along the eaves of his house. They almost seemed to be mocking his apprehensive feeling. He walked through the front door and was greeted by the comforting, cinnamon smell of glazed ham, roasted asparagus and Nicole’s famous pecan pie. He stepped into the living-room. The lights from the Christmas tree danced on the shining tinsel, defying the mood that Arliss was in. He looked across the room at Levi who was hooking up a two-year old X-box 360 to the new flat screen TV. This year Nicole did something she swore she’d never do. She got up at three o’clock in the morning to brave a Black Friday Doorbuster sale. Her reward was an incredible deal on the TV. It wasn’t supposed to be the only gift, but with the uncertainty of the new year, it seemed sensible to have one gift that everyone could enjoy, rather than spending twice as much on gifts for everybody. ”I’m sorry son about the lean Christmas. I know how much you wanted a new rifle.” ”That’s OK dad” replied Levi, “I can work this summer and buy one myself.” Levi shared his father’s passion for the outdoors. In the fourteen years since his heart surgery, Levi had grown into a healthy, handsome young man. He was quarterback for the Freshman football team and was active in his church youth group. He made good grades. Kind and respectful, he was the kind of son that would make any father proud. It’s why Arliss ached inside, that he couldn’t give his son more.
“Dinner’s ready!” Nicole called from the dinning room. As they gathered around the table Arliss’s mood lightened. The tempting spread on the table before him made him glad to be hungry. As the family gathered hands to say grace, Arliss realized how grateful he was to have such a dutiful son and the love of his wife.
The smell of turkey, dressing and all the trimmings rose up from the kitchen to the small room of the homeless shelter that Angie shared with her three children. The last two months hadn’t gone as she had hoped. She had applied for food stamps and TANF and any other assistance she thought she could qualify for. She was sure that the government would take care of her and her children so she wouldn’t have to worry about taking a job and finding childcare. The assistance, that she was able to obtain, provided subsistence. Not nearly the lifestyle she thought she should be provided, so she spent her days going to various charities to try to improve her position. Mike was furious with her for walking away from the job that Robert Colton had given her. She threw away a chance to gain some self-respect and be a good example for her children. While her brother and his wife were ready to let Angie be responsible for herself, they were worried about what would become of the children, so after much deliberation they offered Angie and alternative. They offered to adopt the three kids and raise them as their own. Angie would have to sign over custody and though she would be allowed visitation, she would have no legal rights or responsibility to them. Not wanting to believe that Mike was offering her a better life for her kids, she lashed out at him. “Do you know how much they will cut my benefits without the kids?” she yelled. “ I need those kids to get my money!” And so, with all her desperation and wounded pride, she gathered up her children and their meager possessions and left without a thank you or good-bye. She wandered the streets for a couple of days, finally winding up at the Our Savior’s Mercy homeless shelter. She did not contact her brother or anyone else. Mike searched for her, because he didn’t want Angie to be alone for Christmas, but he could not find her.
After Christmas dinner was served and the dishes put away, Arliss, Nicole and Levi gathered at Our Savior’s Mercy church as they had for the past ten years. The church held a toy drive every year and the employees of Colton Pest Control were always one of their largest donors. Robert liked to make a contest out of the annual event and agreed to match one to one every toy his employees brought in. After the toys were sorted and bagged according to age and gender, the congregation would meet every Christmas evening and distribute the toys. The church ran a large homeless shelter and provided toys for many needy families in the area. The need this year was overwhelming, and with so many having to take lower paying jobs, the donations were down. The group set out eager to bring a toy to a child that they knew would not otherwise have one. After visiting house after house in the poorer parts of town, the group wound up at the homeless shelter. They knocked on the door to Angie’s room. She opened the door and the sight that greeted the church group was cheerless. A picture of a Christmas tree that was colored by Angie’s four-year-old daughter was taped to the window. It was the only decoration in the room. The two pajamaed children sat on a bed, an eager look on their faces. Nicole gave the girl a knock off Barbie doll, and gave the three-year-old boy a football. She handed Angie an age appropriate stuffed animal for the baby. The kids seemed somewhat disappointed in what they were given, and Angie was livid. “I waited in line for six hours to register and this is all you have for my children?” “I’m sorry,” Nicole, explained, “ times are hard and we had barely enough toys to go around this year.”
“I don’t want to hear your sob story.” Angie shot back. “Those rich bastards like that Robert Colton can surely afford to buy some decent toys for less fortunate kids like mine.” “If he paid his fair share then maybe I could get more money and I could afford to buy my kids some toys myself.” Nicole choked back the tears and stepped out into the hall where other members of the congregation were gathering after handing out their toys. As they walked back to the van, she said to the pastor’s wife, “I used to get so much joy out of handing out the toys, but women like that just make me feel used.” The pastor’s wife tried to cheer her up. “ I know it’s discouraging, but remember we do it to show others Christ’s love for us.” The van pulled up to the church and the members of the congregation returned to their vehicles. As the members bade each other good night Arliss called out “Merry Christmas!” He got in the driver’s seat, started the truck and said to Nicole, “I try to say that to everyone.” Nicole replied, “You should, while you still can”
Statement: Allen West for Congress "We will not allow a Democrat Supervisor of Elections to steal this election"
There has been a lot of misinformation out there about the state of the race, and not surprisingly the local press is dutifully parroting the talking points coming out of Patrick Murphy’s campaign proclaiming the race decided, so here’s the truth: this race remains far from decided.
Today the St. Lucie County Supervisor of Elections, after promising to recount all early votes, counted only ballots from the last three days of early voting, netting Allen West over 500 votes.
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning
I don't like getting pushed around for
being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being
Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting
pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America…