Escaped commieny I sent this out to Boehner, Gov.Scott, Congressman Mica, with a respectful request for a response, haven't heard a word back. Sent to Scott Baker at the Blaze too besides all my DAV members.
Rake King As an old sarge said to me at basic training, "the Bill of Rights are for civilians, here I am the dictator in-charge....test me at your peril".
May 15 at 09:39 EST .
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Eagles Dominion Nostalgia... Army Proud, can't get much greener than this! LOL
May 2 at 11:18 EST .
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Balogreene Is that you ED? The guy on the right looks like you. :D
May 2 at 18:58 EST .
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Ole buzzard I would say that is ED on the left and Paul on the right. The nut doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?
May 3 at 07:20 EST .
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Eagles Dominion ;- ) I guess I can't blame the Mailman after all! ROFL
Eagles Dominion We were both home on our first leaves right after Basic and AIT. Both of us E-2 buck privates,forty one years apart. Man...I must be getting old! ;- )
Most humans truly are like sheep Wanting nothing more than peace to keep To graze, grow fat and raise their young, Sweet taste of clover on the tongue. Their lives serene upon Life’s farm, They sense no threat nor fear no harm. On verdant meadows, they forage free With naught to fear, with naught to flee. They pay their sheepdogs little heed For there is no threat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdog’s are mysteries, Roaming watchful round the peripheries. These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar With the fetid reek of the carnivore, Too like the wolf of legends told, To be amongst our docile fold. Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they? They have no use, not in this day. Lock them away, out of our sight We have no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midst a beast Has come to kill, has come to feast The wolves attack; they give no warning Upon that calm September morning They slash and kill with frenzied glee Their passive helpless enemy Who had no clue the wolves were there Far roaming from their Eastern lair. Then from the carnage, from the rout, Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too our plight To keep our dogs on leashes tight And live a life of illusive bliss Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss. Until he has us by the throat, We pay no heed; we take no note. Not until he strikes us at our core Will we unleash the Dogs of War Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before; We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.
May 18 at 10:50 EST .
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