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Open Letter to the NFL and its Players

To the NFL and its players:
If I have brain cancer, I don’t ask my dentist what I should do. If my car has a problem, I don’t seek help from a plumber!  Why do you think the public cares what a football player thinks about politics?  If we want to know about football, then depending on the information we seek, we might consult with you, but even a quarterback doesn’t seek advice on playing his position from a defensive tackle!

You seem to have this over inflated view of yourselves, thinking because you enjoy working on such a large scale stage, that somehow your opinion about everything matters.  The NFL realizes the importance of its “image” so it has rules that specify the clothes and insignia you can wear, the language you use, and your “antics” after a touchdown or other “great” play.  But somehow you and your employer don’t seem to care that you disgrace the entire nation and its 320 million people in the eyes of the world by publicly disrespecting this country, its flag, and its anthem!  The taxpaying citizens of this country subsidize your plush work environments, yet you choose to use those venues to openly offend those very citizens.

Do you even understand what the flag of this country means to so many of its citizens before you choose to “take a knee” in protest of this “country” during our national anthem?

You may think because you are paid so much that your job is tough, but you are clueless when it comes to tough.  Let me show you those whose job is really tough.

You are spoiled babies who stand around and have staff squirt GatorAid in your mouths, sit in front of misting cooling fans when it’s warm, and sit on heated benches when it’s cold.  That’s not “tough” that’s pampered.

You think that you deserve to be paid excessively high salaries, because you play a “dangerous” game where you can incur career ending injuries.  Let me show you career ending injuries!

You think you that you deserve immediate medical attention and the best medical facilities and doctors when injured.  Let me show you what it’s like for those who really need and deserve medical attention.

You think you have the right to disrespect the flag of the United States, the one our veterans fought for, risked limbs and mental stability to defend, in many cases died for.  Let me show you what our flag means to them, their families, and their friends.

You believe you are our heroes, when in reality you are nothing but overpaid entertainers, who exist solely for our enjoyment!  Well, your current antics are neither entertaining nor enjoyable, but rather a disgrace to this country, its citizens, all our veterans and their families, and the sacrifices they have made to ensure this country remains free.  You choose to openly disgrace this country in the eyes of the rest of the world, yet with all your money, still choose to live here rather than in any other country. People with even the slightest amount of “Class” will stand and respect our flag.  Where does that put you?  You want to see heroes…here are this countries heroes!

You can protest policies, the current government, or anything else you choose, that is your right.  But when you “protest” our flag and anthem, you are insulting the nation we all live in and love, and all those who have served, been injured, or died to keep it free.  There is nothing you can do or say that can make your actions anything more than the arrogance of classless people, who care about themselves more than our country or the freedoms for which our veterans and their families have sacrificed so much, to ensure you have the “right” to speak freely.  Our country is far from perfect, but if you can point to any other country where your freedom and opportunities are better than they are here, then you just might want to go there and show respect for their flag!

Author Unknown


Old Eddie and a Bucket of Shrimp

I’ve met a few gentlemen like this one.  Quiet, unobtrusive.  They are easy to dismiss or look down your nose at if you get too wrapped up in yourself.

There used to be a lot more of these “dottering old fools” wandering around.  Sadly, most of them are gone now.  Many of them took an irreplaceable history to the grave with them.  You see, many of these “curmudgeons” were and are the heroes of this nation who sacrificed their youth and more some two generations ago.  Many refer to them as “the greatest generation,” and I will not argue the point.

Many of their children have forgotten, and their grandchildren never learned the hard lessons of freedom which this generation kept to itself.  Why the secrecy?  Two words: pain and humility.

These heroes suffered unspeakable hardships and horrors on our behalf.  Many are just too horrible and painful to bring up.  Many times they were simply trying to spare us the horrors of their memories.  And just as often, displaying the humility of their upbringing, they did not wish to brag of their exploits.

Either way, the gain of their sacrifice is being lost to the past.

So, if you pass one of these old curmudgeons on the street, in a park, or elsewhere, stop and say hello.  Even if he or she is not a veteran, learn something about their past.  You may be surprised by what you learn, and by learning it you are keeping history alive.

And you might just bless someone who needs a kind word or a little company.


It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.

Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.

Everybody’s gone, except for a few joggers on the beach.  Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts…and his bucket of shrimp.

Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.

Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds.  As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, ‘Thank you.  Thank you.’

In a few short minutes the bucket is empty.  But Ed doesn’t leave.

He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place.  Invariably, one of the gulls lands on his sea-bleached, weather-beaten hat – an old military hat he’s been wearing for years.

When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away.  And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.

If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like ‘a funny old duck,’ as my dad used to say.  Or, ‘a guy that’s a sandwich shy of a picnic,’ as my kids might say.   To onlookers, he’s just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.

To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant ….maybe even a lot of nonsense.

Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.

Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida . That’s too bad. They’d do well to know him better.

His full name :   Eddie Rickenbacker.  He was a famous hero back in World War II.  On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down.  Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.

Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks.  Most of all, they fought hunger.  By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food.  No water.  They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were.

They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap  Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged.  All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft.

Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap.  It was a seagull!

Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move.  With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck.  He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal – a very slight meal for eight men – of it.  Then they used the intestines for bait..  With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait……and the cycle continued.  With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued (after 24 days at sea…).

Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first lifesaving seagull..  And he never stopped saying, ‘Thank you.’  That’s why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.

Reference : (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp..221, 225-226)

PS :   Eddie started Eastern Airlines.

Michael Jackson: Illustrating What’s Wrong With America

The coverage of the life and death of Michael Jackson does a pretty good job of illustrating what is actually wrong with America for those who have at least half a brain. In reference to the things that SHOULD be grabbing headlines and getting non-stop coverage, let me ask a few questions about Michael.

  • Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson, or who gets custody of his children, or who owns Neverland effect our nation or economy in a way that will cost each American household from $4,000-$15,000 per year? The cap-and-tax/climate change/global warming/environmental BS bill does. Not exactly a lot of investigative reporting on that, is there?
  • Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson affect our ability to defend our country? Obama pledging to dismantle our nuclear arsenal does. Appeasing people who historically want us enslaved or dead does. It’s more important to cover Michael Jackson than an emerging nuclear threat that could wipe out millions of American?
  • Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson saddle your grandchildren’s grandchildren with a debt they can’t hope to repay? Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson enslave us to debt and possibly to new, despotic rulers and government? The first Obama “stimulus” does, and the if they pass a second one it will in spades. Yet all we see or hear is “Beat It” replayed for the millionth time.
  • Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson expose how liberals are lying to you to gain wealth and power? No, it covers it up by giving too much air time to something that while tragic, in the larger scope of our nation’s affairs is unimportant. Not important enough for our liberal dominated press to cover.
  • Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson decide if you have enough earning potential left in your life to justify and repay the state for giving you the surgery that will save your life? Does coverage of the death of Michael Jackson mandate state run health care that will lower quality, cause rationing, drive qualified doctors from practice, and remove incentive for more doctors to enter practice thus increasing the shortage of health care? The Obama/democrat health care reform bill will. Yet no coverage of that.
  • Is Michael Jackson a hero? Perhaps if you’re standards for being a hero are pretty low.
  • Are there REAL heroes out there who for low pay and little or no recognition voluntarily put their lives on the line every day to protect America? You bet. Apparently people don’t want to hear about that. Or is it that the liberal press doesn’t want YOU to hear about that?
  • When those heroes die in the sewers of the world not only to protect Americans and their way of life, but to provide the people living in those sewers a chance at freedom, does the American press cover their death, or more importantly their accomplishments, with any sense of gratitude? Never. They have forgotten that poets and journalists were not the ones who gave them the freedom of the press that they now enjoy.

There are so many things that REALLY MATTER to the future of our country, yet all you can find on TV is Michael Jackson. He was a talented performer with a justifiably questionable personal life. That’s great, but does it really matter? Whether he was or was not a pedophile in the larger view of world events is unimportant. What percentage of his face was plastic is unimportant compared to the issues that should be investigated, exposed, discussed, and solved in America. When our population is more interested in American Idol, Michael Jackson, soap operas, and sports than in being informed, responsible citizens, they are not citizens at all. They are merely subjects of those who wish to exercise power over them. Don’t bother them with news or facts. Just keep the “reality” TV coming.

Michael Jackson, I bid you farewell and hope that you had a chance to make your relationship with God right before you passed away. America will soon be joining you in the ash heap of history unless her subjects reawaken and become citizens again and retake their nation by whatever means necessary. God help us.

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