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Our country has been invaded by foreign nationals for over the past 25 years and I am no longer willing to keep my head down and not say anything for fear of offending someone. If my personal beliefs effect my business - I'm willing to live with that. If I have offended someone - I'm willing to live with that too. I have lived in this great
country for 63 years and I am not going to back down from any threat
directed at the United States - foreign or domestic.
As Davy Crockett may have said: "Bring em' on!" (although I think the words
may have been stated it in much stronger language). If you would like
to see for yourself what Arizona and this country is up against take
a look at these two websites:
mexica-movement.org and
mexica-movement .
Take a look at the pictures shown below.
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What is a Veteran? A "Veteran" -- whether active duty, discharged, retired, or reserve -- is someone who, at one point in his or her life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America" for an amount of up to and including his or her life. |
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| Freedom Alliance Supporting the continued education of children whose parents were killed in the line of Duty. Lt. Colonel Oliver North, Founder and Honorary Chairman
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| A friend and customer called the other day and in the course of our conversation he mentioned that he had a dog that was fourteen years old and was showing signs of age. I asked him if he had ever read "The Dog's Prayer" and he had not heard of it. As a courtesy to him and to others that have not read it I am posting it here. Kleenex will be needed..... | |
A Dog's PrayerTreat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear. When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. --Beth Norman Harris |
