The Pledge of Allegiance
In light of the recent appeals court ruling in California, with respect
to the Pledge of Allegiance, the following recollection from Senator
John McCain is very appropriate:

"The Pledge of Allegiance" - by
; Senator John McCain

As you may know, I spent five and one
half years as a prisoner of war during the Vietnam War. In the early
years of our imprisonment, the NVA kept us in solitary confinement or
two or three to a cell.

In 1971 the NVA moved us from these conditions of isolation into large
rooms
with as many as 30 to 40 men to a room.

This was, as you can imagine, a
wonderful change and was a direct
result of the efforts of millions of
Americans onbehalf of a few hundred
POWs 10,000 miles from home.

One of the men who moved into my
room was a young man named Mike
Christian.

Mike came from a small town near
Selma , Alabama He didn't wear a
pair of shoes until he was 13 years
old. At 17, he enlisted in the US Navy.
He later earned a commission by going
to Officer Training School Then he
became a Naval Flight Officer and was shot down and captured in 1967.
Mike
had a keen and deep appreciation of the opportunities this country and
our military provide for people who want to work and
want to succeed.

As part of the change in treatment, the Vietnamese allowed some
prisoners to receive packages from home. In some of these packages were
handkerchiefs, scarves and other items of clothing.

Mike got himself a bamboo needle.
Over a period of a couple of months,
he created an American flag and
sewed on the inside of his shirt.

Every afternoon, before we had a bowl
of soup, we would hang Mike's shirt on
the wall of the cell and say the Pledge
of Allegiance.

I know the Pledge of Allegiance may
not seem the most important part of
our day now, but I can assure you that
in that stark cell it was indeed the most
important and meaningful event.

One day the Vietnamese searched our
cell, as they did periodically, and
discovered Mike's shirt with the flag
sewn inside, and removed it.

That evening they returned, opened the
door of the cell, and for the benefit of
all of us, beat Mike Christian severely
for the next couple of hours Then, they
opened the door of the cell and threw
him in. We cleaned him up as well as
we could.

The cell in which we lived had a concrete
slab in the middle on which we slept Four
naked light bulbs hung in each corner of
the room.

As I said, we tried to clean up Mike as
well as we could. After the excitement
died down, I looked in the corner of the
room, and sitting there beneath that dim
light bulb with a piece of red cloth,
another shirt and his bamboo needle, was
my friend, Mike Christian. He was sitting there with his eyes almost
shut from the beating he had received, making another American flag. He
was not making the
flag because it made Mike Christian feel better. He was making that flag
because he knew how important it was to us to be able to Pledge our
allegiance to our flag
and country.

So, the next time you say the Pledge of Allegiance, you must never
forget the sacrifice and courage that thousands of Americans have made
to build our nation
and promote freedom around the world.

You must remember our duty, our honor and our country.

"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."

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Boy she sound's like a keeper

Poker Face.

There is none among us who gather each Sat. that has this caliber of the
"That's Poker" boast.

Two couples were playing poker one evening. John accidentally dropped
some cards on the floor. When he bent down under the table to pick them
up, he noticed Bill's wife Sue wasn't wearing any underwear under her
dress! Shocked by this, John upon trying to sit back up again, hit his
head on the table and emerged red-faced. Later, John went to the kitchen
to get a beer.

Bill's wife followed and asked, "Did you see anything that you liked
under there?" Surprised by her boldness, John courageously admitted
that, well indeed he did. She said, "Well, you can have it but it will
cost you $500."

After taking a minute or two to assess the financial and moral costs of
this offer, John confirms that he is interested. She tells him that
since her husband Bill works Friday afternoons and John doesn't, John
should be at her house around 2 p.m. Friday afternoon.

When Friday rolled around, John showed up at Bill's house at 2 p.m.
sharp and after paying Sue the agreed sum of $500 they went to the
bedroom and closed their transaction, as agreed. John quickly dressed
and left. As usual, Bill came home from work at 6 p.m. and upon entering
the house, asked his wife abruptly. "Did John come by the house this
afternoon?"

With a lump in her throat Sue answered "Why yes, he did stop by for a
few minutes this afternoon." Her heart nearly skipped a beat when her
husband curtly asked, "And did he give you $500?" In terror she assumed
that somehow he had found out and after mustering her best poker face,
replied, "Well, yes, in fact he did give me $500."

Bill, with a satisfied look on his face, surprised his wife by saying,
"Good, I was hoping he did. John came by the office this morning and
borrowed $500 from me. He promised me he'd stop by our house this
afternoon on his way home and pay me back."

Now THAT, my friends, is a poker player `

A Biker Story..

A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern
and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:

CHEESEBURGER: $1.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50
HANDJOB: $10.00

Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar
and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive women serving
drinks to a meager looking group of farmers.

"Yes?" she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"

"I was wondering," whispers the biker, "are you the young lady who gives
the hand-jobs?"

"Yes," she purrs, "I am."

The old biker replies, "Well wash your hands, I want a cheeseburger."

Thats to funny

A mother was working in the kitchen listening
to her 5-year-old son playing with his new
electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop
and her son saying, "All of you sons of *****es
who want off, get the hell off now...cause this is the
last stop! And all of you sons of *****es who are
getting on, get your asses in the train...cause
we're going down the tracks."
The horrified mother went in and told her son,
"We don't use that kind of language in this house.
Now I want you to go to your room and you are to
stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you
may play with your train...but I want you to use nice
language."
Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom
and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train
stopped and the mother heard her son say...
"All passengers, please remember your things,
thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one.
We hope you will ride with us again soon."
She heard her little darling continue..."For
those of you just boarding, remember, there is no
smoking in the train. We hope you will have a
pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."
As the mother began to smile, the child added,
"For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO
HOUR delay, please see the ***** in the kitchen

A blonde made several attempts to sell her old car. She was having a lot
of problems finding a buyer, because the car had 340,000 miles on it.
She discussed her problem with one of her friends.

Her friend suggested, "There may be a way of selling that car, but it's
not going to be legal."

"That doesn't matter at all," replied the blonde. "All that matters it
that I am able to sell this car."

"Right," replied her friend, "here is the address of a friend of mine.
He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will
turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldn't be
a problem to sell your car."

The following weekend, the blonde took a trip to the mechanic on her
friend's advice.

About one month after that, her friend saw the blonde and asked, "Did
you sell your car?"

"No," replied the blonde. "Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on
it."

They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!

Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old
fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: "Free
to good home. You want it, you take it." For three days the fridge sat
there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided
that people were too un-trusting of this deal. It looked to good to be
true, so he changed the sign to read: "Fridge for sale $50." The next
day someone stole it.

Caution... They Walk Among Us!


One day I was walking down the beach with some friends when someone
shouted...."Look at that dead bird!" Someone looked up at the sky and
said..."where???"

They Walk among us!!


While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent which
direction was north because, he explained, he didn't want the sun waking
him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the north?" When
my brother explained that the sun rises in the east, and has for
sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that
stuff."

They Walk Among Us!!


I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center. One day I
got a call from an individual who asked what hours the call center was
open. I told him, "The number you dialled is open 24 hours a day, 7 days
a week." He responded, "Is that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end
the call quickly, I said, "Uh, Pacific" .

They Walk Among Us!!!


My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we
overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about the sunburn
she got on her week end drive to the shore. She drove down in a
convertible, but "didn't think she'd get sunburned because the car was
moving".

They Walk Among Us!!!!


I told the girl at the steakhouse register that I wanted the half pound
sirloin. She informed me they only had an 8 ounce sirloin. Not wanting
to make a scene, I told her I would take the 8 ounce steak instead of
the half-pounder.

They Walk Among Us!!!!


My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car it's designed to cut through
a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the trunk...

They Walk Among Us!!!!!


My friends and I were on a Pepsi run and noticed that the cases were
discounted 10%. S ince it was a big party, we bought 2 cases. The
cashier multiplied 2 times 10% and gave us a 20% discount....

They Walk Among Us!!!!!!


I was hanging out with a friend when we saw a woman with a nose ring
attached to an earring by a chain My friend said, "Wouldn't the chain
rip out every time she turned her head?" I had to explain that a
person's nose and ear remain the same distance apart no matter which way
the head is turned...

They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!

I couldn't find my luggage at the airport baggage area. So I went to the
lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed
up. She smiled and told me not to worry because she was a trained
professional and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked me, "Has your
plane arrived yet?"...

They Walk Among Us!!!!!!!!


While working at a pizza parlour I observed a man ordering a small pizza
to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if he would like
it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time before
responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry enough
to eat 6 pieces.

Yep, They Walk Among Us, too.!!!!!!!!

This is the greatist

Thanks for likeing and Thanks venusrose , just can't seem to be able to
stay away

That's Beautiful

There are four churches in our town:

The Presbyterian Church, the Baptist Church , the Methodist Church
and the Catholic Church.

Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels.



One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to
do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they
determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they
shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.



In the BAPTIST CHURCH the squirrels had taken up habitation in the
baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistry
and drown the squirrels in it. The squirrels escaped somehow and there
were twice as many there the next week.





METHODIST CHURCH got together and decided that they were not in a
position to harm any of God's creation. So, they humanely trapped the
Squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days
later, the squirrels were back and they brought more with them.



But -- The Catholic group came up with the best and most effective
solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of
the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter .

(Funny...Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy.)

I LOVE MY JOB . . . . . .



Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana . He
performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.

Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio
station 103.2 on FM dial in Ft. Wayne , Indiana , who was sponsoring a
worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.

Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down
lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make
you realize it's not so bad after all .

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a
few technicalities of my job.

As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to
the office. It's a wet suit. This time of year the water is quite cool.
So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial
water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the
sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature.

It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped
to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it
several times with no complaints.

What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose
and stuff it down the back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit
with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to
itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within
a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my
back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had
happened.

The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my
suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
couldn't stick to it However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
jellyfish into the crack of my butt.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His
instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other
divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three
agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes
before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass
helmet.

As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running
down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my
butt as soon as I got in the chamber.

The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my
butt was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much
worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.

Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."

Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a jellyfish bad
day?

May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day!!!!!

Last week, I took my children to a restaurant.
My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
As we bowed our heads he said,
"God is good, God is great.
Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more
if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert.
And Liberty and justice for all!
Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby,
I heard a woman remark,
"That's what's wrong with this country.
Kids today don't even know how to pray.
Asking God for ice cream!
Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,
"Did I do it wrong?
Is God mad at me?"

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific
job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly
gentleman approached the table.
He winked at my son and said,
"I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then, in a theatrical whisper,
he added
(indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too
bad
she never asks God for ice cream.
A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal.
My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something
I will remember the rest of my life.

He picked up his sundae and, without a word,
walked over and placed it in front of the woman.
With a big smile he told her,
"Here, this is for you.
Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and
my soul is good already."

The End

I love this story!
Please keep it moving.
Sometimes, we all need some ice cream.
I hope God sends
you some Ice Cream today!

Thanks venurose and sweet country girl from the bottom of my heart i
thank you and this is to let you guys that care know that this is my
last day can't hang no more hope you all get all you ever dream of