The "Polictcally Correct" Obama 10 commandments

The Ten Commandments According to Obama...

After observing Obama on the campaign trail and during his first six months in office, we have concluded that our President lives and governs according to his own set of "Ten Commandments." They're certainly NOT the Ten Commandments you learned in Sunday School. In fact, many are the direct opposite! To prove that our conclusions are correct, you will find a link to source documentation for each commandment on the Patriot Update web site.


I. Thou shalt have no God in America, except for me. For we are no longer a Christian nation and, after all, I am the chosen One. (And like God, I do not have a birth certificate.) SOURCE

II. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, unless it is my face carved on Mt. Rushmore. SOURCE

III. Thou shalt not utter my middle name in vain (or in public). Only I can say Barack Hussein Obama. SOURCE

IV. Remember tax day, April 15th, to keep it holy. SOURCE

V. Honour thy father and thy mother until they are too old and sick to care for. They will cost our public-funded health-care system too much money. SOURCE

VI. Thou shalt not kill, unless you have an unwanted, unborn baby. For it would be an abomination to punish your daughter with a baby. SOURCE

VII. Thou shalt not commit adultery if you are conservative or a Republican. Liberals and Democrats are hereby forgiven for all of their infidelity and immorality, but the careers of conservatives will be forever destroyed. SOURCE

VIII. Thou shalt not steal, until you've been elected to public office. Only then is it acceptable to take money from hard-working, successful citizens and give it to those who do not work, illegal immigrants, or those who do not have the motivation to better their own lives. SOURCE

IX. Thou shalt not discriminate against thy neighbor unless they are conservative, Caucasian, or Christian. SOURCE

X. Thou shalt not covet because it is simply unnecessary. I will place such a heavy tax burden on those that have achieved the American Dream that, by the end of my term as President, nobody will have any wealth or material goods left for you to covet.

We hear ya, soldier!

Subject: SOLDIER RESPONDS TO MJ'S DEATH.....
This is written by a young man serving his third tour of duty in
Iraq.

Thought you might find his take on the Michael Jackson news
interesting....

Likewise, soldier, we hear ya. Lets keep it all in perspective.

Bandita
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The following was written by a soldier...
Okay, I need to rant.

I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on Michael
Jackson. As we all know, Jackson died the other day. He was an
entertainer who performed for decades. He made millions, he spent
millions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villain to many
people. I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, and
I respect those people who mourn his death, but that isn't the point
of my rant.

Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses their
minds with grief. When a man dies whose only contribution to the
country was to ENTERTAIN people, the American people find the need to
flock to a memorial in Hollywood, and even Congress sees the need to
hold a "moment of silence" for his passing?

Am I missing something here? ONE man dies, and all of a sudden he's a
freaking martyr because he entertained us for a few decades? What
about all those SOLDIERS who have died to give us freedom? All those
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0who, knowing that they would be asked to fight in a war,
still raised their hands and swore to defend the Constitution and the
United States of America. Where is their moment of silence? Where
are the people flocking to their graves or memorials and mourning over
them because they made the ultimate sacrifice? Why is it when a
Soldier dies, there are more people saying "good riddance," and "thank
God for IEDs?" When did this country become so calloused to the
sacrifice of GOOD MEN and WOMEN, that they can arbitrarily blow off
their deaths, and instead, throw themselves into mourning for a "Pop
Icon?"

I think that if they are going to hold a moment of silence IN CONGRESS
for Michael Jackson, they need to hold a moment of silence for every
service member killed in Iraq and Afghanistan. They need to PUBLICLY
recognize every life that has been lost so that the American people
can live their callous little lives in the luxury and freedom that WE,
those that are living and those that have gone on, have provided for
them. But, wait, that would take too much time, because there have
been so many willing to make that sacrifice. After all, we will never
make millions of dollars. We will never star in movies, or write hit
songs that the world will listen too. We only shed our blood, sweat
and tears so that people can enjoy what they have.

Sorry if I have offended, but I needed to say it.
Remember these five words the next time you think
of someone who is serving in the military;

"So that others may live..."

Isaac
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Gratitude

How do you say thank you to God when you are so grateful that your voice breaks when talking, and tears flood your eyes when realizing his workings.
How do you begin to realize that he WANTS to do good things for his children?
How can we feel worthy of such unconditional love?

When you have nothing left but to cry out to God for Mercy...
For forgiveness, for ONE MORE CHANCE.....
and then you get that chance plus a thousand more.....
how do we begin to say thank you?

We SAY thank you with our mouths (that he formed) with our voice's (that he created) with the breath we breathe that he freely gives us.
How can we say thank you to so great a Creator that we are only alive because he permits our hearts to beat this very moment...?

So many things I have wanted to do in life.

I wanted to build a log house at one time, I wanted to be a journalist or psychologist, I wanted to run an import/export business, I wanted to give my children all their hearts desires; horses, motorcycles, a nice home, Godly upbringing, lead them to the path of a successful life.
I wanted to understand indigenous peoples and their cultures and figure out where God fits in with them... do they need missionaries? Are they better off left alone with their own traditions and ways? Must they be saved the same as the anglos?
I wanted to learn the entire Bible, and save its words in my heart.
I wanted wisdom and knowledge.
I wanted people around me, to socialize and be in company with.
I, I, I, I........ ME, ME ME......

Then, I realized at a certain point in my life that its NOT all about ME... its not the 'I WANT that counts.

When you survive a husband committing suicide, a son that was kidnapped, a daughter running around somewhere in the world without the shelter of loving arms and family....
When you give up all you have in this world and become a vagabond of sorts...not really knowing where your head will rest.... When you see your son come home, full of love and learning, and now a man. When you see your daughter becoming a woman and you like what you see....

When you realize that you were born into a family that taught you about morals,about God,about what is right and wrong, and helps to assure that you walk that path...
When you WAKE UP, in whatever way that it happens to you, you realize that all is left is gratitude and thankfulness.

A deep Thank you to God that surpasses all understanding.
A deep calm that he is in control, and will never let you down.
A deep resignation that he is God and you are NOT.

When, and IF you are ever privileged enough to experience that, you then just want to put your arms around God and say, "Thanks".

Thanks from all that I am. Thanks for being God. Thanks for the air I breathe, that my heart still beats. Thanks that you love me, more than I love myself. Thanks for saving me from myself...

That I may be less, and that YOU may be more....more than me, more than my ego, more than any expectations of this earth.
Walking in that simplicity, and loving like that is my gratitude to my God and all that he has done for me.

Dont feel sorry for me......
I have all that I will ever need.

Thanks God..... more than words can say.

Yours Forever,
Val

Symphony of the night in Fayetteville

The Sun is preparing to set.

You can tell by the glimpses of the sky you see through the dispersed tree's. The sky is beset with scattered clouds tinted with a wash of pink and deep gold, bringing breathtaking shades of unearthly color to their previous dull shade of gray.

The woods behind the house seem to darken, welcoming the coming night.

It is hard to tell the exact time of sunset here in Fayetteville. The terrain is composed of slightly rolling hills littered with tall leafy trees. You don't see a clear horizon with a setting orb of gold...... (as in the desert).

Somehow, you sense the end of another day.
Then the symphony begins.
Similar to the beginning notes of a Mozart concerto.... you hear a faint crickett, layered with the songs of a thousand frogs, and the night Acadia tones in right on time. Soon, the woods are alive with sound, amazingly, much louder than during the day. So loud do these night creatures sing, that it drowns out your own conversations and thoughts.
I fought the loud sounds for a while...
I went in the house to talk, or call on the phone, or to just get away from all the chattering and singing and chipping and chirping...
'but one evening, sitting out under the mosquito netting, I just listened.
I heard all the sounds in even tempo....
some louder than others, all distinct from one another.
I realized that this was a symphony of the night, and it would benefit me to listen.

To just still oneself long enough to appreciate something so simple as the sounds of the night made by silly little insects of the woods.
To realize that God even blesses the dark following the light....

God Bless

4th of July already...

March 2nd to July 4th....
So much to catch up on. The trip to Arizona. The reunion with my son in the desert. The calm life found in the desert. New friends. New Church. New Pastor. New outlook on old life.....
Now, back in North Carolina where all is green and vibrant, and chirping and buzzing and singing of life all around.....
Humidity not dry heat. Sweating profusely verses heat exhaustion. Flurry of excitement meeting a deploying soldier.
(I thought our troops were coming home, not going in?)

New ideas. New ways to achieve old goals.....

Hope in the struggle of life.
Laughter and amazement at the 'southern way of doing things....
Interesting days.
Oooops, havent bought my fireworks yet...
Southern barbeque planned today.
Life.

Later...
Bandita.