30 Years ago... Libs need not apply to this thread
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Originally Posted by referee54
Here's the deal, Wittom, get your shovel and start digging
It's seems all I've been doing lately is digging. Just a dusting overnight but another whopper expected for the midweek. There is no room for more snow!
I didn't have to dig too far for this one. Serotta might be able to tell us a little more about what Beck said last night on his TV show, about the attempted assassination of the Missouri governor.
American Thinker-Left wing climate of hate and assassination
You'll have to excuse the "right wing" source as the New York Times, ABC, MSNBC, NBC, CBS nor FOX had anything to say about this event that happened last September. Why? Well maybe because...
Originally Posted by American Thinker-Left wing climate of hate and assassination
In September 2010 Missouri Gov. Jay Nixon was scheduled to speak at Penn Valley Community College in Kansas City.
At some point, wearing black clothes and a bullet-proof vest, 22 year-old Casey Brezik bolted out of a classroom, knife in hand, and slashed the throat of a dean. As he would later admit, he confused the dean with Nixon.
The story never left Kansas City. It is not hard to understand why. Knives lack the political sex appeal of guns, and even Keith Olbermann would have had a hard time turning Brezik into a Tea Partier.
Indeed, Brezik seems to have inhaled just about every noxious vapor in the left-wing miasma: environmental extremism, radical Islam, anti-capitalism, anti-Zionism and Christophobia, among others.
At some point, wearing black clothes and a bullet-proof vest, 22 year-old Casey Brezik bolted out of a classroom, knife in hand, and slashed the throat of a dean. As he would later admit, he confused the dean with Nixon.
The story never left Kansas City. It is not hard to understand why. Knives lack the political sex appeal of guns, and even Keith Olbermann would have had a hard time turning Brezik into a Tea Partier.
Indeed, Brezik seems to have inhaled just about every noxious vapor in the left-wing miasma: environmental extremism, radical Islam, anti-capitalism, anti-Zionism and Christophobia, among others.
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I was unable to appreciate Reagan’s terms in office until much later in life. At the beginning of his presidency the most I knew of politics was from School House Rock. I was a kid. I didn't think that I liked Reagan, because I was hearing so often how bad a guy he was.
Towards the end of his presidency, I was more concerned with hanging out with my friends, being up to no good. I was a teen aged kid. I really didn't pay much attention to what was happening in the world, because I thought that the world was what was surrounding my life.
In the late '80's, early '90's, my heart bled. I wished I could save the world. I hated corporations and the rich, much like the liberals of today do. I was a bonified liberal. I was still more concerned about what bar I would be hanging out in after work than debt and deficits, but I worked. I worked and paid taxes. I worked hard, abusing my body and mind to get my job done. I started to notice, as I looked around when I stopped to wipe sweat from my brow, that there were a bunch of people that were reaping rewards for work that they hadn't done, while I was struggling to climb the ladder. My heart began to bleed less.
I climbed the ladder throughout the '90's, watching others take the elevator past me. I started to wonder why some people don't have to do anything to get something when I saw so many people like me who could get nothing if they did nothing. I was starting to pay attention to what our tax dollars were spent on.
In 2001, my girl and I had been living in our first apartment together for a year. We’d been together for a while before living together. It wasn't easy but we were making it work. We'd just signed to purchase our own house at the beginning of September. I'd also booked a flight to be able to attend my little sisters wedding, my first time flying on a plane, because of my fear of heights. Then 9/11.
Absolutely everything looked completely different to me from that day on. Everything went on as planned. I flew on a plane for the first time on 9/26. My sister got married. We closed on our house and moved in in October. The world wasn't something that was surrounding my life, it was much, much bigger than that. I realized how small I really was. I realized that I needed to pay more attention.
It was when I started to pay attention that I realized that there was a segment of the population who blamed US for what happened on 9/11. They blamed generations of people, people like my grandfather who worked three jobs to support his family, for causing other people to kill thousands of innocent American people. I realized that I found these notions offensive.
It's been only over the last ten years that I listened to and understood what Reagan was talking about. When he talked of American exceptionalism, I didn't just understand it, I'd seen it with my own two eyes. It was my grandfather, my grandmother. My mother and father. My aunts, uncles. It was generations of people who made this the greatest country on earth.
I wish that I'd pay more attention to the words that Reagan had said. I may have found my way sooner than I did. I do feel fortunate to have been able to learn from him. His imperfections, his mistakes and his inspiration.
Towards the end of his presidency, I was more concerned with hanging out with my friends, being up to no good. I was a teen aged kid. I really didn't pay much attention to what was happening in the world, because I thought that the world was what was surrounding my life.
In the late '80's, early '90's, my heart bled. I wished I could save the world. I hated corporations and the rich, much like the liberals of today do. I was a bonified liberal. I was still more concerned about what bar I would be hanging out in after work than debt and deficits, but I worked. I worked and paid taxes. I worked hard, abusing my body and mind to get my job done. I started to notice, as I looked around when I stopped to wipe sweat from my brow, that there were a bunch of people that were reaping rewards for work that they hadn't done, while I was struggling to climb the ladder. My heart began to bleed less.
I climbed the ladder throughout the '90's, watching others take the elevator past me. I started to wonder why some people don't have to do anything to get something when I saw so many people like me who could get nothing if they did nothing. I was starting to pay attention to what our tax dollars were spent on.
In 2001, my girl and I had been living in our first apartment together for a year. We’d been together for a while before living together. It wasn't easy but we were making it work. We'd just signed to purchase our own house at the beginning of September. I'd also booked a flight to be able to attend my little sisters wedding, my first time flying on a plane, because of my fear of heights. Then 9/11.
Absolutely everything looked completely different to me from that day on. Everything went on as planned. I flew on a plane for the first time on 9/26. My sister got married. We closed on our house and moved in in October. The world wasn't something that was surrounding my life, it was much, much bigger than that. I realized how small I really was. I realized that I needed to pay more attention.
It was when I started to pay attention that I realized that there was a segment of the population who blamed US for what happened on 9/11. They blamed generations of people, people like my grandfather who worked three jobs to support his family, for causing other people to kill thousands of innocent American people. I realized that I found these notions offensive.
It's been only over the last ten years that I listened to and understood what Reagan was talking about. When he talked of American exceptionalism, I didn't just understand it, I'd seen it with my own two eyes. It was my grandfather, my grandmother. My mother and father. My aunts, uncles. It was generations of people who made this the greatest country on earth.
I wish that I'd pay more attention to the words that Reagan had said. I may have found my way sooner than I did. I do feel fortunate to have been able to learn from him. His imperfections, his mistakes and his inspiration.
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I was unable to appreciate Reagan’s terms in office until much later in life. At the beginning of his presidency the most I knew of politics was from School House Rock. I was a kid. I didn't think that I liked Reagan, because I was hearing so often how bad a guy he was.
Towards the end of his presidency, I was more concerned with hanging out with my friends, being up to no good. I was a teen aged kid. I really didn't pay much attention to what was happening in the world, because I thought that the world was what was surrounding my life.
In the late '80's, early '90's, my heart bled. I wished I could save the world. I hated corporations and the rich, much like the liberals of today do. I was a bonified liberal. I was still more concerned about what bar I would be hanging out in after work than debt and deficits, but I worked. I worked and paid taxes. I worked hard, abusing my body and mind to get my job done. I started to notice, as I looked around when I stopped to wipe sweat from my brow, that there were a bunch of people that were reaping rewards for work that they hadn't done, while I was struggling to climb the ladder. My heart began to bleed less.
I climbed the ladder throughout the '90's, watching others take the elevator past me. I started to wonder why some people don't have to do anything to get something when I saw so many people like me who could get nothing if they did nothing. I was starting to pay attention to what our tax dollars were spent on.
In 2001, my girl and I had been living in our first apartment together for a year. We’d been together for a while before living together. It wasn't easy but we were making it work. We'd just signed to purchase our own house at the beginning of September. I'd also booked a flight to be able to attend my little sisters wedding, my first time flying on a plane, because of my fear of heights. Then 9/11.
Absolutely everything looked completely different to me from that day on. Everything went on as planned. I flew on a plane for the first time on 9/26. My sister got married. We closed on our house and moved in in October. The world wasn't something that was surrounding my life, it was much, much bigger than that. I realized how small I really was. I realized that I needed to pay more attention.
It was when I started to pay attention that I realized that there was a segment of the population who blamed US for what happened on 9/11. They blamed generations of people, people like my grandfather who worked three jobs to support his family, for causing other people to kill thousands of innocent American people. I realized that I found these notions offensive.
It's been only over the last ten years that I listened to and understood what Reagan was talking about. When he talked of American exceptionalism, I didn't just understand it, I'd seen it with my own two eyes. It was my grandfather, my grandmother. My mother and father. My aunts, uncles. It was generations of people who made this the greatest country on earth.
I wish that I'd pay more attention to the words that Reagan had said. I may have found my way sooner than I did. I do feel fortunate to have been able to learn from him. His imperfections, his mistakes and his inspiration.
Towards the end of his presidency, I was more concerned with hanging out with my friends, being up to no good. I was a teen aged kid. I really didn't pay much attention to what was happening in the world, because I thought that the world was what was surrounding my life.
In the late '80's, early '90's, my heart bled. I wished I could save the world. I hated corporations and the rich, much like the liberals of today do. I was a bonified liberal. I was still more concerned about what bar I would be hanging out in after work than debt and deficits, but I worked. I worked and paid taxes. I worked hard, abusing my body and mind to get my job done. I started to notice, as I looked around when I stopped to wipe sweat from my brow, that there were a bunch of people that were reaping rewards for work that they hadn't done, while I was struggling to climb the ladder. My heart began to bleed less.
I climbed the ladder throughout the '90's, watching others take the elevator past me. I started to wonder why some people don't have to do anything to get something when I saw so many people like me who could get nothing if they did nothing. I was starting to pay attention to what our tax dollars were spent on.
In 2001, my girl and I had been living in our first apartment together for a year. We’d been together for a while before living together. It wasn't easy but we were making it work. We'd just signed to purchase our own house at the beginning of September. I'd also booked a flight to be able to attend my little sisters wedding, my first time flying on a plane, because of my fear of heights. Then 9/11.
Absolutely everything looked completely different to me from that day on. Everything went on as planned. I flew on a plane for the first time on 9/26. My sister got married. We closed on our house and moved in in October. The world wasn't something that was surrounding my life, it was much, much bigger than that. I realized how small I really was. I realized that I needed to pay more attention.
It was when I started to pay attention that I realized that there was a segment of the population who blamed US for what happened on 9/11. They blamed generations of people, people like my grandfather who worked three jobs to support his family, for causing other people to kill thousands of innocent American people. I realized that I found these notions offensive.
It's been only over the last ten years that I listened to and understood what Reagan was talking about. When he talked of American exceptionalism, I didn't just understand it, I'd seen it with my own two eyes. It was my grandfather, my grandmother. My mother and father. My aunts, uncles. It was generations of people who made this the greatest country on earth.
I wish that I'd pay more attention to the words that Reagan had said. I may have found my way sooner than I did. I do feel fortunate to have been able to learn from him. His imperfections, his mistakes and his inspiration.
Wit-
I agree that I don't like to see people slack off and live off of other people's efforts. I don't agree with handouts and giving no incentive for hard work. I do say we need to equip people to be successful with effective education. We need to take actions to ensure jobs are kept here.
Reagan said the right things and if he did what he preached, he would have been a great president.
Regrettably the scandals and shady dealings while in office overshadow his legacy. He was known as the Teflon President because the country had grown weary from scandals of Nixon, ineptitude of Carter and everything in between.
When Reagan and presidents of the past get blamed for 9/11 it isn't all that too far off. We were so set on ending communism that we aligned ourselves with some bad people. The old saying If you carry garbage it will get on you.
Once we got done with these guys we tossed them aside like yesterday's trash. They got pissed and found others that didn't like us. Fast forward and we bomb Iraq back to the stone age while Americans are enjoying it like a movie on CNN. Eventually they get more pissed and look for revenge. 9/11 and all of a sudden America is the one on CNN in pain.
I'm not saying it was justified or that I support their actions but I can comprehend why they did it.
Reagan wasn't the first to make nice with bad guys only to cast them off like garbage but he used it a LOT in the name of destroying communism.
BTW we still didn't end communism. That little nagging place called China is still there.
American exceptionalism is likely to be our biggest downfall. When you get too arrogant you usually destroy yourself. Maybe we need to be a bit more realistic and live amongst the world instead of considering everyone else to be our subjects!