Ramblings of a Jackhole

The Dept Of Defense briefed the president this morning, they told President Obama that 2 Brazilian soldiers were lost in Iraq. To everyone’s surprise, all the color drained from Obama’s face.
Then he collapsed onto his desk, head in his hands,  visibly shaken, almost in tears. Finally, he composed himself and asked, ‘Just how much is a brazilian?’

This shouldn’t surprise us as he clearly has no understanding of how much a trillion is either.

Dear Mr. Obama,

In a speech you said the following:

We cannot continue to rely on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives we’ve set. We’ve got to have a civilian national security force that’s just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded.

Mr. Obama, what exactly does a civilian national security force that receives $1 trillion in tax payer dollars a year do?  Is it true that you’re planning on naming it the Security Squadron force?  Mr. Obama, would your SS force be armed, so they’d be called the Armed SS Force? Mr. Obama, maybe calling the “Waffen” SS would make it easier for it to be accepted by those in certain countries overseas? Mr. Obama, what would one have to do to become part of your SS force, would you require strong personal commitments to certain ideologies and would ones racial heritage be a factor in membership? Mr. Obama, will your SS force monitor what’s going on inside our nation and in our military? Mr. Obama, have you picked out any cool logos for your SS force? If not, maybe some lightening strike will help with that.

This is a poem sent from a Marine to his Dad. For those who take the time to read it, you’ll see a letter from him to his Dad at the bottom. It makes you truly thankful for not only the Marines, but ALL of our troops.

THE MARINE

We came together,
Both young and old
To fight for our freedom,
To stand and be bold.

In the midst of all evil,
We stand our ground,
And we protect our country
From all terror around

Peace and not war,
Is what some people say.
But I’ll give my life,

So you can live the American way. I give you the right
To talk of your peace.
To stand in your groups,
and protest in our streets.

But still I fight on,
I don’t bitch, I don’t whine.
I’m just one of the people,
Who is doing your time.

I’m harder than nails, Stronger than any machine.
I’m the immortal soldier,
I’m a U.S. MARINE!So stand in my shoes,
And leave from your home.
Fight for the people who hate you,
With the protests they’ve shown.

Fight for the stranger,
Fight for the young.
So they all may have,
The greatest freedom you’ve won.

Fight for the sick,
Fight for the poor,
Fight for the cripple,
Who lives next door.

But when your time comes,
Do what I’ve done.
For if you stand up for freedom,
You’ll stand when the fight’s done.

By: Corporal Aaron M. Gilbert, US Marine Corps
USS SAIPAN, PERSIAN GULF

March 23, 2003
Hey Dad,
Do me a favor and label this “The Marine” and send it to everybody on your email list. Even leave this letter in it. I want this rolling all over the US; I want every home reading it. Every eye seeing it. And every heart to feel it. So can you please send this for me? I would but my email time isn’t that long and I don’t have much time anyway. You know what Dad?I wondered what it would be like to truly understand what JFK said in His inaugural speech.

“When the time comes to lay down my life for my country,
I do not cower from this responsibility. I welcome it!

Well, now I know. And I do. Dad, I welcome the opportunity to do what I do. Even though I have left behind a beautiful wife, and I will miss the birth of our first born child, I would do it 70 times over to fight for the place that God has made for my home. I love you all and I miss you very much. I wish I could be there when Sandi has our baby, but tell her that I love her, and Lord willing, I will be coming home soon. Give Mom a great big hug from me and give one to yourself too.
Aaron

Please let this marine (and all our military) know we care by passing his poem onto your friends even if you don’t usually take time to forward mail..do it this time!

If this touched you as much as it touched me, please forward it on. Let’s help Aaron’s dad spread the word …

FREEDOM isn’t FREE. Someone pays for you and me.