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        <p>
I got a great email today from my dad. This is one of the best reasons I've ever heard
explained of why America is fighting against the terrorist factions abroad and at
home. (this is not written in first or third person, someone else whom I would like
to meet some day wrote this)
</p>
        <p>
This will make you cry (upset you, agitate you, might even wake you up if you<br />
are not awake). If you are a teacher I hope that you teach the children and tell<br />
this story to them.
</p>
        <p>
This is a powerful story and hard to read, but it says it better than any other<br />
explanation that I've seen. It "brings it home" in a way people<br />
here, safe in our homes, can understand. I hope you read it and pass it along.
</p>
        <p>
This is by far the best explanation I have ever seen, even though I know we are<br />
doing the right thing....
</p>
        <p>
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.  My<br />
husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the<br />
Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our country<br />
again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation.
</p>
        <p>
My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our<br />
front l iving room window. He told him: "Son, stand there and tell me what<br />
you see?"
</p>
        <p>
"I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses," He replied.
</p>
        <p>
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United<br />
States of America and you are President Bush"
</p>
        <p>
Our son giggled and said, "OK."
</p>
        <p>
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house<br />
and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.
</p>
        <p>
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
</p>
        <p>
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see that man<br />
come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is hitting<br />
her.
</p>
        <p>
You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the<br />
ground, and then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are<br />
afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are watching this but do nothing<br />
because they are kids and afraid of their father. You see all of this<br />
son....what do you do?"
</p>
        <p>
"Dad?"
</p>
        <p>
"What do you do son?"
</p>
        <p>
"I call the police, Dad."
</p>
        <p>
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your<br />
call, listen to what you know and saw, but they refuse to help.
</p>
        <p>
What do you do then son?"
</p>
        <p>
"Dad, but the police are supposed to help!", my son starts to whine.
</p>
        <p>
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or<br />
your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my<br />
husband says.
</p>
        <p>
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
</p>
        <p>
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you<br />
to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending<br />
is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
</p>
        <p>
"Daddy..he kills them?"
</p>
        <p>
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
</p>
        <p>
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door<br />
neighbor to help me stop him." Our son says.
</p>
        <p>
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get<br />
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him, my<br />
husband says.
</p>
        <p>
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
</p>
        <p>
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
</p>
        <p>
Our son starts to cry.
</p>
        <p>
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for<br />
help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out<br />
his chest.  Guess what he does next son?"
</p>
        <p>
"What Daddy?"
</p>
        <p>
"He walks across the street to the old ladies' house and breaks down her<br />
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and<br />
then...he kills her.  He turns around and sees you standing in he window and<br />
laughs at you.  WHAT DO YOU DO?"
</p>
        <p>
"Daddy..."
</p>
        <p>
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
</p>
        <p>
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds, Daddy."
</p>
        <p>
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him..."Why?"
</p>
        <p>
"Because Daddy....the police are supposed to help...people who need<br />
it....and they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to<br />
HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him... I'm<br />
afraid....I can't do it by myself, Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just<br />
watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just<br />
going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going<br />
to pretend that it is not happening."
</p>
        <p>
I start to cry.
</p>
        <p>
My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking<br />
pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husbands questions and he tells<br />
him...."Son"
</p>
        <p>
"Yes, Daddy."
</p>
        <p>
"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?"
</p>
        <p>
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny<br />
fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says:<br />
"I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M<br />
GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
</p>
        <p>
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his chest and<br />
hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong<br />
and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE<br />
he killed his wife.  You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it<br />
alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.
</p>
        <p>
THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq (and on the<br />
homefront).  When good men stand by and let evil happen, that, is the greatest<br />
EVIL of all. Our President is doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must<br />
understand that this war is (being fought because of the assaults by criminals,<br />
selfish Dictators and criminally and morally corrupt activist want all humans to<br />
be as they are... or be under their control... or be dead... it is) a war on<br />
humanity. WE must remove evil men from power so that we can to live in a free<br />
world where we are not afraid to look out our window...  So that my nine year<br />
old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" the 
<br />
blinds the atrocities in the world won't affect him.
</p>
        <p>
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!"
</p>
        <p>
BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!<br />
BE PROUD OF OUR PRESIDENT!<br />
BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!!<br />
SUPPORT THEM!!! 
<br />
SUPPORT AMERICA!!
</p>
        <p>
SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."
</p>
        <p>
"The liberty we prize is not America's gift to the world, it is God's gift<br />
to humanity." -- George W. Bush
</p>
        <p>
 
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      <title>Why America Fights</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;
I got a great email today from my dad. This is one of the best reasons I've ever heard
explained of why America is fighting against the terrorist factions abroad and at
home. (this is not written in first or third person, someone else whom I would like
to meet some day wrote this)
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
This will make you cry (upset you, agitate you, might even wake you up if you&lt;br /&gt;
are not awake). If you are a teacher I hope that you teach the children and tell&lt;br /&gt;
this story to them.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
This is a powerful story and hard to read, but it says it better than any other&lt;br /&gt;
explanation that I've seen. It "brings it home" in a way people&lt;br /&gt;
here, safe in our homes, can understand. I hope you read it and pass it along.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
This is by far the best explanation I have ever seen, even though I know we are&lt;br /&gt;
doing the right thing....
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war.&amp;nbsp; My&lt;br /&gt;
husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the&lt;br /&gt;
Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our country&lt;br /&gt;
again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our&lt;br /&gt;
front l iving room window. He told him: "Son, stand there and tell me what&lt;br /&gt;
you see?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"I see trees and cars and our neighbors houses," He replied.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United&lt;br /&gt;
States of America and you are President Bush"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Our son giggled and said, "OK."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house&lt;br /&gt;
and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and see that man&lt;br /&gt;
come out of his house with his wife and he has her by the hair and is hitting&lt;br /&gt;
her.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the&lt;br /&gt;
ground, and then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are&lt;br /&gt;
afraid to stop him, they are crying, they are watching this but do nothing&lt;br /&gt;
because they are kids and afraid of their father. You see all of this&lt;br /&gt;
son....what do you do?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Dad?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"What do you do son?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"I call the police, Dad."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations and they take your&lt;br /&gt;
call, listen to what you know and saw, but they refuse to help.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
What do you do then son?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Dad, but the police are supposed to help!", my son starts to whine.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or&lt;br /&gt;
your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my&lt;br /&gt;
husband says.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you&lt;br /&gt;
to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending&lt;br /&gt;
is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Daddy..he kills them?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Yes son, he does. What do you do?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door&lt;br /&gt;
neighbor to help me stop him." Our son says.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get&lt;br /&gt;
involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him, my&lt;br /&gt;
husband says.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Our son starts to cry.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for&lt;br /&gt;
help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out&lt;br /&gt;
his chest.&amp;nbsp; Guess what he does next son?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"What Daddy?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"He walks across the street to the old ladies' house and breaks down her&lt;br /&gt;
door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and&lt;br /&gt;
then...he kills her.&amp;nbsp; He turns around and sees you standing in he window and&lt;br /&gt;
laughs at you.&amp;nbsp; WHAT DO YOU DO?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Daddy..."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I close the blinds, Daddy."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him..."Why?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Because Daddy....the police are supposed to help...people who need&lt;br /&gt;
it....and they won't help....You always say that neighbors are supposed to&lt;br /&gt;
HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him... I'm&lt;br /&gt;
afraid....I can't do it by myself, Daddy.....I can't look out my window and just&lt;br /&gt;
watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just&lt;br /&gt;
going to close the blinds....so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going&lt;br /&gt;
to pretend that it is not happening."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I start to cry.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking&lt;br /&gt;
pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husbands questions and he tells&lt;br /&gt;
him...."Son"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Yes, Daddy."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny&lt;br /&gt;
fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says:&lt;br /&gt;
"I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M&lt;br /&gt;
GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs my son to his chest and&lt;br /&gt;
hugs him tight, and cries..."It's too late to fight him, he's too strong&lt;br /&gt;
and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;
he killed his wife.&amp;nbsp; You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it&lt;br /&gt;
alone, before......it's too late." my husband whispers.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq (and on the&lt;br /&gt;
homefront).&amp;nbsp; When good men stand by and let evil happen, that, is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;
EVIL of all. Our President is doing what is right. We, as a free nation, must&lt;br /&gt;
understand that this war is (being fought because of the assaults by criminals,&lt;br /&gt;
selfish Dictators and criminally and morally corrupt activist want all humans to&lt;br /&gt;
be as they are... or be under their control... or be dead... it is) a war on&lt;br /&gt;
humanity. WE must remove evil men from power so that we can to live in a free&lt;br /&gt;
world where we are not afraid to look out our window...&amp;nbsp; So that my nine year&lt;br /&gt;
old son won't grow up in a world where he feels that if he just "closes" the 
&lt;br /&gt;
blinds the atrocities in the world won't affect him.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!&lt;br /&gt;
BE PROUD OF OUR PRESIDENT!&lt;br /&gt;
BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!!&lt;br /&gt;
SUPPORT THEM!!! 
&lt;br /&gt;
SUPPORT AMERICA!!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS...."
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
"The liberty we prize is not America's gift to the world, it is God's gift&lt;br /&gt;
to humanity." -- George W. Bush
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
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I never really found a good poke at "the other side" during the election, so here
it is... Day late, Dollar short, If I'd wanted your opinion I would have asked for
it...
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        <p>
Democrats are?<br />
A) Poor<br />
B) Politicians<br />
C) Non-motivated people<br />
D) Believe they are owed something from the rich<br />
E) At least one of the above
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Feel free to slander my good name by dropping me an email.
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      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 15:28:04 GMT</pubDate>
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I never really found a good poke at "the other side" during the election, so here
it is... Day late, Dollar short, If I'd wanted your opinion I would have asked for
it...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Democrats are?&lt;br&gt;
A) Poor&lt;br&gt;
B) Politicians&lt;br&gt;
C)&amp;nbsp;Non-motivated people&lt;br&gt;
D)&amp;nbsp;Believe they are owed something from the rich&lt;br&gt;
E)&amp;nbsp;At least one of the above
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Feel free to slander my good name by dropping me an email.
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Have you every heard someone say something like 
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"One man with a club is a hooligan. A thousand men with clubs are a regiment."
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or maybe
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"Kill one man, and you're a murderer; Kill a thousand men and you're a conquerer"
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I'm not so sure this is a correct approach to life on any level. Is a man with a club,
still only a hooligan in any amount? Have you not simply identified a group of 1000
hooligan's. On the same tangent, have you not just given that murderer the pardon
for 999 murders, because now you consider him to be a conquerer. 
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Take a stand. Speak the truth. A conquerer is no more than a serial or mass murderer,
and a mob is no more than a 'bunch' of hooligans who have mutually accepted eachother's
wrongness.
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When you see your fellow man try to excuse their own or another's inadequecy or faults
because they have joined 'mainstream' or 'the norm', call them on it. There are still
absolute truths that dictate a moral society.
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      <title>A matter of perspective</title>
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Have you every heard someone say something like 
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"One man with a club is a hooligan. A thousand men with clubs are a regiment."
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or maybe
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&lt;p&gt;
"Kill one man, and you're a murderer; Kill a thousand men and you're a conquerer"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
I'm not so sure this is a correct approach to life on any level. Is a man with a club,
still only a hooligan in any amount? Have you not simply identified a group of 1000
hooligan's. On the same tangent, have you not just given that murderer the pardon
for 999 murders, because now you consider him to be a conquerer. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Take a stand. Speak the truth. A conquerer is no more than a serial or mass murderer,
and a mob is no more than a 'bunch' of hooligans who have mutually accepted eachother's
wrongness.
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
When you see your fellow man try to excuse their own or another's inadequecy or faults
because they have joined 'mainstream' or 'the norm', call them on it. There are still
absolute truths that dictate a moral society.
&lt;/p&gt;
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