Ann of a Thousand Knights
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Ann Margret…. This is a good counter-balance story to the Jane Fonda Vietnam Woman Of The Year story. The following story was vetted through Snopes.com Richard, (my husband), never really talked a lot about his time in Viet Nam , other than he had been shot by a sniper.. However, he had a rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margret with Bob Hope in the background that was one of his treasures. A few years ago, Ann Margret was doing a book signing at a local bookstore. Richard wanted to see if he could get her to sign the treasured photo so he arrived at the bookstore at 12 o’clock for the 7:30 signing. When I got there after work, the line went all the way around the bookstore, circled the parking lot, and disappeared behind a parking garage. Before her appearance, bookstore employees announced that she would sign only her book and no memorabilia would be permitted. Richard was disappointed, but wanted to show her the photo and let her know how much those shows meant to lonely GI’s so far from home. Ann Margret came out looking as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it was soon Richard’s turn.
Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet. When I asked if he’d like to talk about it, my big, strong husband broke down in tears. ‘That’s the first time anyone ever thanked me for my time in the Army,’ he said. That night was a turning point for him. He walked a little straighter and, for the first time in years, was proud to have been a Vet. I’ll never forget Ann Margret for her graciousness and how much that small act of kindness meant to my husband. I now make it a point to say ‘Thank you’ to every person I come across who served in our Armed Forces.. Freedom does not come cheap and I am grateful for all those who have served their country. If you’d like to pass on this story, feel free to do so. Perhaps it will help others to become aware of how important it is to acknowledge the contribution our service people make. Don’t be too busy today… Share this inspiring message with friends and family. On behalf of those who DO appreciate all that you did for us, thank you to each of you who receive this message who have served or are serving our country in the armed services or any other service. |
Obama to meddle with your retirement account?
Dinner With President Obama-a Parable
Originally, this was sent to me via email without credits. Thank you @XCowboy2@aol.com for letting me know who to credits for this beautiful piece.
By Richard Gleaves
Originally posted to RebirthofReason.com
Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with
President Obama.
I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for
computers and portable electronics.
There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the
administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a free country. There’s
nothing that the government can do to me if I’ve broken no laws. My wealth
was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President
is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great
Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served , and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached
out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked
back to the kitchen..
“Sorry ’bout that,” said the President. “Andrew is very hungry.”
“I don’t appreciate….” I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes
across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner
roll. “Of course,” I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away
and swallowed the wine in a single gulp. ”And his brother, Eric, is very
thirsty,” said the President.
I didn’t say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought.
I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don’t want to seem
unkind..
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
“Eric’s children are also quite hungry.”
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from
under me.
I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the
room.
And their grandmother can’t stand for long.”
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game.
I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.
I turned back to the President.
“Their grandfather doesn’t like the cold.”
I wanted to shout, “that was my coat!” But again, I looked at the placid
smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my
hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself
and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.
I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts
emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had
been thrown out of our home.
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President
hadn’t moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the
phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
“Andrew’s whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven’t
planned for retirement and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a
subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it
more than you do.”
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and
knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I
lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that
were water drops.
“By the way,” he added , “I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories.
I’m firing you as head of your business. I’ll be operating the firm now for
the benefit of all mankind.
There’s a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can’t come to
you for jobs groveling like beggars..”
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which
had been his crème Brule.
He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a
cigarette and leaned back in his chair.
He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and
I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had
earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I
played and lost? I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise
that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his
head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling
wryly as he folded his hands.
“You should have stopped me at the dinner roll,” he said.
WAKE UP AMERICA !!!
Sphere: Related ContentWhy Unions (and the Mafia) Control The Country
It all starts with No Child Left Behind and Federally Funded Day Care..
Unions control what and how our children learn The American Federal Teachers Union. Is there any wonder why the greatest country in the world ranks near the bottom in world education rankings this according to CBS News World report in 2002.
Union hoodlums twist the arms of corporations to pay upwards of $55.00 per hour and fund health care for the life of the member. Wow think of that the next time you go car shopping. And that is a new deal Ford struck with the union in 2009, down from $70.00 per hour. Because they control so much of what little manufacture we have left in this country, they earned a chair at the table with Obama, Pelosi, and Reid during their secrete negociations yesterday. An what do you know we have a done deal for the biggest ripoff of the American tax payer, Obama Care. This hoolum has been running the largest union in the country the Teamsters, his father ran it before him (still can’t find where he is buried)
So they get their deal NO TAXES on their big ass health insurance plans that corporate America has to pay for. So what just happened. Obama made a deal with the mob to get his lame ass health care plan passed. Is there nothing this sophomoric president will not do to get his way?
Vote in November to balance the power in politics! Our founding fathers did not set it up for the President to own companies, and negotiate with the Mafia, and give our rights away to enemy combatants.
Sphere: Related ContentDoes the U.S. give too many benifits to ‘illegals’
If you cross the North Korean border illegally you get 12 years hard labor.
If you go into China illegally, you are considered a spy and get hard prison time.
If you go into England illegally, you are immediately jailed and then deported.
If you cross the Iranian border illegally you are detained indefinitely.
But if you cross the U.S. border illegally you get:
- A drivers license
- A Social Security card
- Welfare
- Food Stamps
- Free health care
I guess I still don’t understand. Maybe we need to vote our lawmakers out.
Rene Tieche
Crescent Beach, Florida
Published in the St. Augustine Record January 14, 2010
Sphere: Related ContentThe impudent tyranny of Sen. Harry Reid
Washington Examiner Editorial
December 23, 2009
Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid of Nevada is proving once again the maxim that darkness hates the light.
Buried in his massive amendment to the Senate version of ObamaCare is Reid’s anti-democratic poison pill designed to prevent any future Congress from repealing the central feature of this monstrous legislation.
Beginning on page 1,000 of the measure, Section 3403 reads in part: ”. it shall not be in order in the Senate or the House of Representatives to consider any bill, resolution, amendment or conference report that would repeal or otherwise change this subsection.”
In other words, if President Barack Obama signs this measure into law, no future Senate or House will be able to change a single word of Section 3403, regardless whether future Americans or their representatives in Congress wish otherwise.
Note that the subsection at issue here concerns the regulatory power of the Independent Medicare Advisory Board (IMAB) to “reduce the per capita rate of growth in Medicare spending.”
That is precisely the kind of open-ended grant of regulatory power that effectively establishes the IMAB as the ultimate arbiter of the cost, quality and quantity of health care to be made available to the American people. And Reid wants the decisions of this group of unelected federal bureaucrats to be untouchable for all time.
No wonder the majority leader tossed aside assurances that senators and the public would have at least 72 hours to study the text of the final Senate version of ObamaCare before the critical vote on cloture. And no wonder Reid was so desperate to rush his amendment through the Senate, even scheduling the key tally on it at 1 a.m., while America slept.
True to form, Reid wanted to keep his Section 3403 poison pill secret for as long as possible, just as he negotiated his bribes for the votes of Senators Mary Landrieu of Louisiana, Ben Nelson of Nebraska and Bernie Sanders of Vermont behind closed doors.
The final Orwellian touch in this subversion of democratic procedure is found in the ruling of the Reid-controlled Senate Parliamentarian that the anti-repeal provision is not a change in Senate rules, but rather of Senate “procedures.” Why is that significant?
Because for 200 years, changes in the Senate’s standing rules have required approval by two-thirds of those voting, or 67 votes rather than the 60 Reid’s amendment received.
Reid has flouted two centuries of standing Senate rules to pass a measure in the dead of night that no senator has read, and part of which can never be changed. If this is not tyranny, then what is?
SOURCE: http://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/The-impudent-tyranny-of-Harry-Reid-8665439-79935422.html
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He presented the book for her signature and then took out the photo. When he did, there were many shouts from the employees that she would not sign it. Richard said, ‘I understand. I just wanted her to see it.’ She took one look at the photo, tears welled up in her eyes and she said, ‘This is one of my gentlemen from Viet Nam and I most certainly will sign his photo. I know what these men did for their country and I always have time for ‘my gentlemen.” With that, she pulled Richard across the table and planted a big kiss on him. She then made quite a to-do about the bravery of the young men she met over the years, how much she admired them, and how much she appreciated them. There weren’t too many dry eyes among those close enough to hear. She then posed for pictures and acted as if he were the only one there.

