You ain't gonna like losing

[h2co-pilot]

[ChiHummer3]

[Big Dad]

Nice. I'm a retired old man and a full time student. At school yesterday I was asked if I'd like to join in an upcoming rally, get this, not AGAINST, but in SUPPORT of islamofascism. WTF? Yeah I'm thinking global domination of ISLAM belongs on my plate. I'm retired fricken military and I felt like hitting this little ****head in the mouth. WTF is wrong with these kids? Who the hell raises their kid to be like this? I think you did us a solid with your assessment, it's too bad that this is the only place it's dispersed.

[ssgharkness020147]

I Think you should have. islam

Originally Posted by Big Dad

I felt like hitting this little ****head in the mouth.

[bparker]

[xburbman]

Originally Posted by h2co-pilot

CP...Very well written! I understand that you and your very wise husband are also blessed with a child. Congratulations! My wife and I as well - we're(her mostly) due around Feb 8....and sometimes I wonder 'what have I done'...bringing a child into this so-called 'brave new world'? I am hoping that a lotta love, patience, NOT sparing the rod and explanation time and again of 'the golden rule' will help. The awful truth is: I don't have a clue but cannot wait for this new life to begin. Perhaps your sagely spouse will offer some words of reflection for this journey....like the three that were kindly offered prior to our honeymoon in June '06 in Italy. - "Get married first" Wow! How true dat b how true dat b

[DRTYFN]

Nice cut & paste, fatty.

[CO Hummer]

Excellent writing, CP. Actually, it made me think about heroes. There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about.
They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout;
There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to die
In the service of their country and to keep the flag on high;
There are brave men in the trenches, there are brave men on the sea,
But the silent, quiet heroes also prove their bravery.
I am thinking of a hero that was never known to fame,
Just a manly little fellow with a very common name;
He was freckle-faced and ruddy, but his head was nobly shaped,
And he one day took the whipping that his comrades all escaped.
And he never made a murmur, never whimpered in reply;
He would rather take the censure than to stand and tell a lie.
And I'm thinking of another that had courage that was fine,
And I've often wished in moments that such strength of will were mine.
He stood against his comrades, and he left them then and there
When they wanted him to join them in a deed that wasn't fair.
He stood alone, undaunted, with his little head erect;
He would rather take the jeering than to lose his self-respect.
And I know a lot of others that have grown to manhood now,
Who have yet to wear the laurel that adorns the victor's brow.
They have plodded on in honor through the dusty, dreary ways,
They have hungered for life's comforts and the joys of easy days,
But they've chosen to be toilers, and in this their splendor's told:
They would rather never have it than to do some things for gold.

[Agriv8r]

said it before, and i will say it again, my daughter is my hero....