A Little American Story
This is not current events.But it is a story of why I love America so much.
About a year ago I read that George Bush had never attended the funeral of a soldier that had died in Iraq.
And there may be practical reasons for this, but I was still appalled
And because I am a girl, constantly in search of her country, I decided I must..
I flew to a small town in Ohio.
And went to the funeral. And it was a big deal in that little town.
The streets were lined with boy and girl scouts waving flags.
And the service itself was in a high school auditorium.
And they talked about the boy. Apparently he had always been a shy boy.
Later I joined the actual burial. And there was a soldier who had accompanied his body from Iraq.
And he was a big strong man, but he broke down.
These are George Bush's people and believe in him.
They elected him and followed him in to war.
Why has he betrayed them?
P.S.--I do not wish to complain or wallow in victimhood some more. But today so many of you decided to climb out of your dirty wombs and comment. I have left it so others could see. Or at least most, the most offensive have been deleted.
I am not disappearing. I like my blog. I sometimes have something to say. I may have to start moderating and otherwise being more careful. But I am staying.
I do not understand, even if you disagree with the politics, why people would react to a nice story like I posted today this way.
~Becky
and that comment I made reminded me of some shit, and more about me than most of you know.....
and sorry the quality is not better and we do not go into "Startrooper".... and dirty wombs.
~Becky
I would like to also share the pure beauty of these guys. Here is Rick Wakeman on Keyboard ( watch him do it, that alone is beauty) in Carnegie Hall in 2002.
and a smile is on my face:)
~Becky
Labels: America, Americans, George Bush, Iraq
posted by Becky C. at
9:11 AM
45 Comments:
Certainly slightly off subject of the usual, but absolutely good point.
You actually went to the funeral? That is something else. Did you cry?
of course
It's interesting that in old times the leader of a country fought with his people, truly led them into war.
I remember reading that Bush stopped personally signing death notices to soldier's families because there were too many. Forget a funeral, a signature would be nice.
What are you people talking about.
Where am I?
Wow, that was a complete change of direction for you.
Leaders no longer lead, it is the act of dictators that send troops knowingly to their deaths, and as the body count continues to rise, do they care a hoot? Of course not, To them it's just another number....they want the OIL, numbers don't matter.
In the early to mid 70's when the IRA was at its peak, I saw enough of my comrades die,and many innocent civilians, yet nothing changes...to politicians that's why service personnel have a number!!
I feel so slimy and gooey.
Everytime I lay down in bed I get stuck to it.
WOW... this was a post... you made me cry... you made me think... you did good on this one.
:) :)
I've read your Reagan quote about the draft, I remember him when the shuttle crew died. I hope he's not our last.
P.S.(can I do that in a comment thread) its an obscene price your paying
fg
Y Y Y You you you your post really touched the har har har har hhhhh chhhhhhh heart.
WAR is a racket. It always has been.
So...I say,
TO HELL WITH WAR!
~Two-Time Congressional Medal of Honor Recipient:
Major General Smedley D. Butler, USMC [Retired]
ty,
and it is my experience that the military always understands so thank you very much General.
but why do some people stop by here and just have to be dirty and filthy:
"feel so slimy and gooey.
Every time I lay down in bed I get stuck to it."
I would just remove the poop, but I am leaving so maybe someone can explain, why anyone would think this was a way to talk, especially on this post.
~Becky
Hi Becky,
I am just wondering why you go to my page on MBL and leave remarks like this:
am gonna wear long pants for the duration, though I realize you like it when I am cute and funny. I understand how to be cute--I stripped in college, and put cute hot pics on my blog. But I have brought up a serious issue and gone out of my way to defend men and I get: Nada. And you women who want to dismiss it as "drama" are, in the words of Chairman Mao "running dogs". I do not care if my traffic goes to zero. I will keep talking about a serious issue and will not be the stupid blond cunt you love so much.~Becky
What is the deal with that? I don't even know you and you are leaving these insane remarks. Do you have me confused with someone else or something?
In any event, I would appreciate it if you would knock it off.
Thanks.
Perhaps I can shed light on the issue of the inappropriate comments about slime. Wait, I can't remember what I was going to say.
Now I can't remember ever reading this blog.
Who am I? Where am I?
nark I never left that on your page I wrote it on my blog
There is some real hateand misunderstanding around
~Becky
After his defeat, he resigned as Likud's chairman and left politics for three years before returning as foreign minister and finance minister under Sharon. He quit the Cabinet two weeks before Israel's 2005 withdrawal from the Gaza Strip to protest the pullout, taking Likud into the opposition.
maybe I have been cloned or there is a poser---but I did not do that.
~Becky
Becky, I am the American superhero Fartman. My magic anal mud-blast will bowl over you like a giant tsunami of doody.
your charm blows me away,
but you are not going to drive me away.
I may have to start moderating and being more careful.
But I will not go away.
~Becky
"But I will not go away."
Well then, my job here is done. I like your blog and didn't want to see it end.
It's funny how sometimes it takes an enemy, rather than a friend, to get you to do the right thing.
Yours,
The Chief Minister for the Department of Human Gaseous Releases.
no! not yes! gotta love those mc hammer pants. ew! not! :-P
fantastic story and one that needs to be told. i hope you keep on doing what you're doing, which is demonstrating more patriotism than most other people have.
rock on.
YES--Caesars' Palace and silly human race:)
It is not always easy trying to be America's Sweetheart:)
~Becky
There is much written in the literature about the human need for boundary, for limits, for direction. In its most poignant form, Erich Fromm, noted psychoanalyst, wrote about it in his "Escape from Freedom." It was partially the reason why it is often so easy to beat entire nations into submission (e.g. look at what Germans were convinced to do, and how much they wanted to obey orders). I am not comparing you with the German population of that time, so don't get me wrong. I think you are trying, though, to fulfill the same psychological need.
However, despite your protestations to the contrary, it is partially a kink/fetish thing. Limits and boundaries are one thing, but spanking is entirely different. Adults, even those who seek limits, don't normally wish to be physically disciplined. Be honest with yourself. Do you think that if you were castrated (in the sense of having your hormones suppressed completely, so no sexual urges) you would still wish to be disciplined as such? If you are honest with yourself, the answer is probably a "no." As a third way of looking at it, I am sure that the discipline you envision is to be applied to your bottom. Why not your hand? Because it wouldn't be at all sexual. Do you see?
It may not be entirely kink, but it is undoubtedly somewhat in that direction, a mixture of kink and psychology.
donna, ty for talking intelligently about the issue. I would someday love to talk and exchange ideas about this subject with you. It is not something I am going to bring up on the blog again, because people take it wrong. But I do respect those who disagree INTELLIGENTLY, and I am always willing to change my mind.
~Becky
and the way some take it is dangerous and scary. So I do not want to take the risk.
ty for commenting.
~Becky
Becky, While all caught up in my own stuff, seems I missed out on all the excitement. It is the unfortunate byproduct of having an opinion and expressing it that the whack offs climb out of the woodwork and attack. It's what they do with impotent rage (and probably just plain impotence--I'm guessing they also drive a really big truck).
Hang in there and keep doing what you're doing.
i just watched the vid.
i'm glad, 'cause i see now.
nice pick. ;)
Becky,
On this one I am in total agreement with you and you know I won’t sugar coat it when I don’t agree with you.
As a person who twice voted for President Bush, I feel he and his team failed woefully in performing the due diligence necessary for the proper invasion of Iraq. I really believed he and his team had done their work and dialed-in the point of attack against the religious fanatics who want to kill us because we are a Judeo-Christian nation and formulated a plan to do so with overwhelming force.
I clearly remember Colin Powell stating at the United Nations that they knew where the “threating-some” WMD's were located in Iraq by virtue of Satellite Intel. At the time, I was even of the mind that if we had to go in without that justification, given Saddam had flaunted the cease-fire agreement and umpteen resolutions, by that measure alone, we had the right to take him out; provided however, we didn’t mess around. Take him out with a plan and with overwhelming force, not doing it on the cheap or in a manner with out a plan "A" or a plan "B".
When I saw him landing on that aircraft carrier with the "Mission Accomplished" across it, I got a sick feeling and thought to myself, "My god the fight is just starting" but as we often tend to do when we see signals that indicate the contrary of things we want to be true, I blocked it out. So again, I voted for him.
Then as the war progressed and I saw the battle going in the same incremental engagement McNamara-like crap that was done in the Vietnam War, I started saying we got the wrong dude driving the bus.
When those soldiers were hung from that bridge in Fallujah, we should surged the living sunni or shite out of Fallujah and wiped out that whole city and done it quick the very next day ala the King of Jordan. Would innocents be killed? Yes, but they always are in an all out war.
After that and the Tora Bora fiasco (subletting the fighting we should have done with adequate troops) I came to the conclusion that we were in serious trouble because we didn't have a leader that told all of us that we needed to sacrifice ALOT and then the next thing out of his mouth tell Arabs, we need to do this thing and if your going to cut us off from oil and/or work against us, you do what you got to do and we'll do what we got to do. If that means a recession or hardship on the U.S. so be it we’ll take that stand. What was it, Your either with us or against us?
That, as time has proved out, is what it is all about. Because if it wasn't we would have already kicked there asses. What is that? It’s Oil.
I could go on and on why I feel the President has failed us ala Sandy Berger stuffing top secret papers from the national archives into his pants and then cutting them up into little pieces and getting a big fat wet kiss for it. Some say he, the President, has to pick his battles. Lol, oh please.
Becky, don't sweat the criticism from the fascists. I use to often visit Lucianne.com and when I commented my displeasure with the President in a thread (not in a crude way by the way). I was banned from the site by Lucianne Goldberg herself because as she put it my comments were "egregious and disrespectful". I wish I had the exact post I made in agreement to a previous lucianne.com poster who said something in the same vein as you here. Although the posters comment was not related to the President’s lack of going to just one funeral for Christ’s sake (and he should have!). It was in the vein he was disapointed in him, greatly.
While there many times are two stories and then there is the truth, my story is closer to the truth in that I tactfully said President Bush wasn't a god and not immune to criticism given how things have played out. I touched on the same aforementioned criticisms.
This has really got me on tilt now and I wish I wrote as well as many of you because the thoughts are flying around my head, Chalabi; "We go to war with what we have (Sec. Def. Rumsfeld)"; Fallujah; Tora Bora; No over powering force, earmark blue light special…not one veto, Fly over Katrina, etc.
Good writing is revised writing and applying the mechanics of how to write. The former I don’t have time for given work requirements and the later I didn’t acquire as I didn’t apply myself when I should have.
Yes, I know it's easy to complain but the President said this is where we have to go and we followed him because we gave him the faith that he and his team of the Vice President and the first Sec. Def. and others knew what was doing and they should have before they stepped on the gas.
Now that team is out of here in over a year, there is one big pile of you know what for us to clean up for decades as we take hits by a thousand cuts with our fighting men and woman dying one at a time policing Iraq. I can’t address the craven power hungry democrats sucking this for all they can. It’s despicable.
He’s still my President until his term of office is up but I have to say, I’m very, very, sorry I voted for him.
And no this doesn't soften me on the battle. I'm willing to die to do what needs to be done even if it means me being drafted at 48 years old. But if that be the case, let's not fart around and put a fire in the hole!
Respectfully,
DW
Baby, don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice
She's not a lady doctor at all.
She's got hands like a man
With hair on the back,
She'll crush you in her embrace.
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes,
We all need a kind place to live.
Though the wind may whisper and howl at your door,
We all need the comfort of friends.
Baby, don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice,
That ain't a real cadillac.
It's a delta '88, spray-painted black,
With fake leather seats from Juarèz.
Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimes,
On a hot desert night it is still.
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door,
You're not obliged to let them all in.
Baby, don't you drive ride in that faux cadillac,
If you must, please ride in the back.
If you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonight,
Spare this poor sailor's life from the rocks
Though the wind may whisper a melody now,
We can't find a tune of our own.
Though the world may whisper and blow in your face,
and tangle the hair on your head.
On a hot desert night,
We can drive down the road
And the stars will spell out your name.
On a hot desert night,
With the windows down wide,
The sirens will sing me their song.
And the ghosts of the sailors
who died on the rocks
Feel not a twinge of regret.
Though the wind may tangle the hair on your head.
You sing like a siren to me.
On a hot desert night,
The caravan stops at the oasis next to your heart.
The soundtrack is played by some aged British queen
on BBC Radio One.
Though the wind my whisper an epic sometimes,
the cast must include Karen Black.
Though the symphony strings shift with the sands,
You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren to me.
You sing like a siren...
To me.
becky,
sorry about the tremendously long post of Cracker's 'Dr. Bernice' lyrics but i just thought i was better if i didn't leave anything out. esp. the Karen Black part.
but i would totally understand it if you deleted it because this is your home on the web. that's how i feel about everybody's personal web spaces.
Is everybody losing their respective minds?
If you thought poop smelled bad, try poop in a vinegar and balsamic reduction.
Gee. That was bizarre. I love your blog. The comments... not so much.
That was a good post, by the way. Everyone should go to a soldier's funeral just to see what "dying for your country" really means. And see the family who really pays the price.
sorry you don't get it, it is about Las Vegas , Cesear' Palace, silly human race and friends of my family that could wipe up most of you small minded foul mouth fellows in a couple of seconds.
Love,
~Becky
Now lets all just be nice. There is no reason to be rude and fight.--Beck
and 98% of you guys are not like that, and I love you, it is just the cowards that keep commenting.
~Becky
Becky here I am with a good idea for a post so I write it down on paper on account of my poor memory. And gosh darn it I can't remember the comment or where I put the paper.
Now that I think about it, it may not have been paper, it could have been mu husband's night gown.
Actually I don't think I have a husband.
Wait, where am I? Who is this?
ddooley on the oil crisis
A lot of folks can't understand how we came
to have an oil shortage here in our country.
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Well, there's a very simple answer.
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Nobody bothered to check the oil.
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We just didn't know we were getting low.
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The reason for that is purely geographical.
Our OIL is located in
Iraq
ALASKA
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California
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Coastal Florida
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Coastal Louisiana
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Kansas
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Oklahoma
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Pennsylvania
and
Texas
Because
Our
DIPSTICKS
are located in
Washington , DC !!!
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Any Questions???
I could tell you stories about when my first hubby (then fiance) was in desert storm in the early '90s.
IN the meantime, stay fearless...
Dood.. you aren't going ANYWHERE
Dear Beck:
Remember this?
Justice to the left of you
Justice to the right
Speak when you are spoken to
Don't pretend you're right
This life's not for living
It's for fighting and for war
No matter what the truth is
Hold on to what is yours
Jigsaw puzzle traitors
Set to spill the beans
Constitution screw up
Shattering the dreams
Blood flows in the desert
Dark citadels burning too
Watch! Look over your shoulder
This one is strictly for you
Hold on - Hold on
Wait maybe the answer's
Looking for you
Hold on - Hold on
Wait! Take your time
Think it through
Yes! I can make it through
Hold on - Hold on
Sunshine shine on through
Hold on - Hold on
Sunshine shine on you
See it through
Talk the simple smile
Such platonic eye
How they drown in incomplete capacity
Strangest of them all
When the feeling calls
How we drown in stylistic audacity
Charge the common ground
Round and round and round
We living in gravity
Shake - We shake so hard
How we laugh so loud
When we reach
We believe in eternity
I believe in eternity
Hold on - Hold on
Wait - Take your time
See it through
Hold on - Hold on
Wait - Maybe a chance
Is looking for you
Sunshine shine on through
Sunshine shine on through
Sunshine shine on you...
Chin up, Girl. I know you're a libertarian, but start banning some of those unsavory IP addresses and get back in the game. After all, this is your home, and no one has the right to mock your feelings, let alone be a lousy guest.
Life is too short to suffer fools. Kick out the trolls!
All the best,
R
P.S. YES RULES!
Rod,
Becky is hardly a libertarian.
"Vardenafil said...
Yes, that is exactly what Allison Stokke needs, more of her picture up by someone attracted to her, with her feelings about Stokke made known to the blogosphere. Of course, there is nothing perverted with what you are doing.
You also mention, in another post, how the "perverts" ruin the possibility of nudist areas (lament of a naked libertarian). Of course, these perverts are always men. If a woman was staring at you and later pleasured herself to that image, you would have no problem. Perverted isn't objective, as you have put it, it is simply whatever sexual attention is unwanted by you.
So, for Allison Stokke, you are a pervert. You should be banned.
Either you are decidedly un-libertarian, or you don't know much about being a rational, objective libertarian.
That's great! My hubby plays bass guitar as a hobby. He had a band that plays just for fun. They are opening for Confederate Railroad in September. That's a country band. We are not really country fans, more rock-n-roll, pop, jazz, blues.
Wow, I'm so glad you went to that funeral!
Good for you! At least SOMEONE feels some sort of responsibility towards that poor boy.
Too bad it wasn't the man that put him there.
Wow, I'm so glad you went to that funeral!
Good for you! At least SOMEONE feels some sort of responsibility towards that poor boy.
Too bad it wasn't the man that put him there.
It's a sensitive and thoughtful post. Good writing. Glad I stumbled on to your blog.
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