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Jose and Carlos

Jose and Carlos are both . They 
  beg in different areas of town. 
 
  Carlos begs for the same amount of time 
  as Jose, but only collects about eight 
  or nine dollars a day. 
 
  Every day, Jose brings home a suitcase 
  full of ten dollar bills. He drives a 
  , lives in a mortgage-free 
  house, and has lots of cash to spend. 
 
  “Hey, amigo,” Carlos says to Jose, “I 
  work just as long and hard as you do, so 
  how come you bring home a suitcase full 
  of ten dollar bills every day?” 
 
  Jose says, “Look at your sign, what does 
  it say?” 
 
  Carlos’ sign reads; 
 
  I have no work, a wife and six kids to support. 
 
  “What’s wrong with that?” Carlos asks him. 
 
  “No wonder you only get eight or nine dollars a day!” 
 
  Carlos says, “Alright, so what does your sign say?” 
 
  Jose’s sign reads: 
 
  I only need ten dollars to get back to
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Always Remember And Never Forget

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE  FLAG,
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ,

AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS,

ONE NATION

UNDER  GOD,

INDIVISIBLE,

WITH  LIBERTY
AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!  






And God Bless our

who are protecting our Country for our Freedom.
Thanks to them, and their sacrifices, we can celebrate the 4th of July. 

We must never forget who should get the credit for the freedoms we have,

of which we should be eternally grateful.


I watched the flag pass by one day. 
It fluttered in the breeze.
 

A young  saluted it, 
And then he stood at ease. 

I looked at him in uniform; 
so young, so tall, so proud. 
With hair cut square and eyes alert, 
he’d stand out in any crowd.
 

I thought how many men like him 
had fallen through the years. 
How many died on foreign soil; 
how many mothers’ tears? 

How many pilots’ planes shot down? 
How many died at sea? 
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves? 
No, freedom isn’t free. 
 

I heard the sound of Taps one night, 
when everything was still. 
I listened to the bugler play 
And felt a sudden chill. 

I wondered just how many times 
That Taps had meant ‘Amen.’

When a flag had draped a coffin 
of a brother or a friend.



I thought of all the children, 
of the mothers and the wives, 
of fathers, sons and husbands 
With interrupted lives.


I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea.

Of unmarked graves in  Arlington . 
No, freedom isn’t free. 

Enjoy Your Freedom

and 
God Bless Our Troops.


Please stop for a moment 
and say a prayer for our servicemen.


 

Of all the gifts you could give a U.S. Soldier, prayer is the very best one.


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Can Ewen Chia’s AutoPilot Profits Be Possible

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Montebello High School In California

I guess they already finished their English homework!!! Montebello High School in California

You will not see this heart-stopping photo on the front page of the NY Times, nor on the lead story of the major news networks.
The protestors at Montebello High School took the American off the school pole and hung it upside down while putting up the Mexican over it. &;(*See pictures below*)





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I predict this stunt will be the nail in the coffin of
any guest-worker/amnesty plan on the table in Washington .. The image of the American subsumed to another and turned upside down on American soil is already spreading on Internet forums and via e-mail.

Pass this along to every American citizen
and to every representative in the state and federal government.. If you choose to remain uninvolved, do not be amazed when you no longer have a nation to call your own nor anything you have worked for left since it will be ‘redistributed’ to the activists while you are so peacefully staying out of the ‘fray’. Check history, it is full of nations/empires that disappeared when its citizens no longer held their core beliefs and values. One person CAN make a difference.

One plus one plus one plus one plus one plus one……..

The battle for our secure borders and immigration laws
that actually mean something, however, hasn’t even begun.

If this ticks YOU off…PASS IT ON!
IF IT DOESN’T IT SHOULD!

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Aisle Seat

Radical Arab Terrorists boarded a flight out of London. One took a window seat and the other sat next to him in the middle seat… Just before takeoff, a U.S. Marine sat down in the aisle seat.

After takeoff, the Marine kicked his shoes off, wiggled his toes and was settling in when the Arab in the window seat said, ‘I need to get up and get a coke.’ ‘Don’t get up,’ said the Marine, ‘I’m in the
aisle seat, ‘I’ll get it for you.’

As soon as he left, one of the Arabs picked up the Marines’ shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned with the coke, the other Arab said, ‘That looks good, I’d really like one, too.’ Again, the
Marine obligingly went to fetch it.

While he was gone the other Arab picked up the Marines’ other
shoe and spat in it. When the Marine returned, they all sat back and enjoyed the flight.

As the plane was landing, the Marine slipped his feet into his shoes and knew immediately what had happened. He leaned over and asked his Arab neighbors… ‘Why does it have to be this way?’
‘How long must this go on? This fighting between our nations? This hatred? This animosity?
This spitting in shoes and pissing in cokes?’

THE FEW. THE PROUD. THE MARINES

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