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Paragon Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 12:57 PM
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My Fundie Mom's Forwarded E-Mails, vol. VI
Subject: "At the Steakhouse" (Very Powerful)

Please read .....

I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find all over the country You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around with long neck beers and sizzling platters.

Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.

Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn, he would treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home to me.

I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he stole the election."

I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an endless tirade running down our president. I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots. The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.

Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts. "It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmph! I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."

My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring I could still see how handsome my husband looked in his "Class 'A' dress uniform" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.

"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-11. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."

Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?

I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.

"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."

Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.

That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.

Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, I smilingly said,

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him. Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business."

"However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "Freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."

I must have been louder that I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."

As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.

After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler Ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."

With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. ! "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."

As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.

Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country, would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain its freedom.

As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"

To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know.


A prayer request from an Air Force Commander in Afghanistan. "We need Christians to pray, pray, pray."

Please pray for God's protection of our troops and HIS wisdom for their commanders. Pass this on to as many as you think will respond.

"Lord, hold our troops in Your loving hands.

Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts

they perform for us in our time of need.

I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. Amen"

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground, air, and navy personnel in every area of the middle east. There is nothing attached...

This can be very powerful.... please pass this on!

Of all the gifts you could give to anyone in the US Military.

Prayer is the very best one.....Amen
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phillybri Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 12:58 PM
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1. Say it with me...
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mrboba1 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:08 PM
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10. ok.
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shoelace414 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 12:59 PM
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2. :)
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Commie Pinko Dirtbag Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:03 PM
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6. Heh. Can't you just feel the spectre of Calvin and Hobbes...
...hanging over this strip?
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shoelace414 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:05 PM
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8. little Danne is so innocent

ohmygawd! it's like I grew up in the 1980's or something.
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rfranklin Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:02 PM
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3. This is a total fabrication...
Notice how there is nothing to identify the person speaking or the location. Complete and utter propaganda written by a professional flack to inflame the faithful who worship Our Savior George W. Bush.
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emulatorloo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 03:58 PM
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18. I vote for an intern in Ms. Karen Hughes office
this has her magic touch!
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billybob537 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:02 PM
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4. And it's a crying shame
Edited on Mon Jul-19-04 01:03 PM by billybob537
that our cowardly C I C is a worthless sub human piece of filth that would abuse them in this way!
Yes I am a veteran. And he* makes me phisically ILL.
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tandot Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:03 PM
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5. I've seen this email already several times in the past year
Edited on Mon Jul-19-04 01:11 PM by tandot
I think it has been discredited by but I can't find it there.

I HATE those emails. It makes me want to puke big time :puke:

on edit: I found it on snopes with the following comment:

As we explained in a previous version of this page, we could verify only that Lori Kimble is a real person, that she is the author of this piece, and that she asserts it is based upon a real incident. The article contains no details by which it can be independently verified, and our attempts to elicit more information from the author about when and where the events described took place received no response. We note now that the publishers have removed the article from the Washington Dispatch's web site because they, too, have been unable to verify its truthfulness and have been unable to obtain more information from its author:

This article as been removed from the archives as questions have arisen regarding its validity. The author has been contacted on numerous occasions but has refused to provide any material that could resolve the issue

It looks like Lori Kimble made up that sh*t. She has been unwilling to provide any proof that this was a real incident.
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Commie Pinko Dirtbag Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:12 PM
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11. Yeah, I definitely remember reading a debunking (whoa, found it!)
Edited on Mon Jul-19-04 01:15 PM by JCCyC
May have been at an urban-legends site other than Snopes... no, it WAS Snopes:

It seems there is a real liar behind this, unlike most urban legends which seemingly spring out of nowhere.
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Supormom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:51 PM
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16. And she received free cobbler this time!
Everytime I read this story the embellishment increases.
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Parche Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:05 PM
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7. freedom
I love how the right says that illegally invading another country
is Freedom?

The military is for our defense only

Sorry Lady, but your "husband" or any other brave soldier for that matter, should not even be over in Iraq,

GW Bush has cheapened what America really means and what its military is all about.
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jgardner Donating Member (130 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:13 PM
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12. GACK!
My husband's 8 years of service ran out last year, and he is soooooo happy to be out. We're just holding our breath until Bush is out of office, now that he's trying to recall those who have recently been discharged for INvoluntary service.
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NoodleBoy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:06 PM
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9. lame
of course... spread the notion that if you're not lockstep with the RNC you hate America, and if you disapprove of the Iraq war you really just hate the soldiers who had no say in going.
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supernova Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:14 PM
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13. Ugh. this stuff makes me
want to tear my hair out.

What cloying clap trap! Wasn't this debunked a while ago?
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Shae Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:14 PM
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14. Wow ...
smarmy beyond belief ...

There must be times you feel like putting your mom on "ignore."
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gtar100 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:33 PM
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15. The Fundamental Disconnect In The Argument is
Invasion of Iraq = Defense of Freedom

Even though the thing is a total fabrication, it reflects the dreams of those who sincerely believe in the right-wing vision of America. It's right out of a Norman Rockwell painting.

But jesus, can they be anymore obvious that this was written by a hack??? I haven't heard "baby killers" since 1973. I guess they could never reconcile that one in their tiny little heads.

But the images are so classic: Mom and apple pie!! My god, their slippin' the poison pill in with the apple pie. Those lousy bastards ruin everything!!

It's so friggin' obvious what a hoax this is when viewed from outside the right-wing box of safety and security. But, by God and Country, millions are lapping it up like the promise of a saviour and his second coming.
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Ganja Ninja Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 01:52 PM
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17. I think Mom is ready for a home.
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Unperson 309 Donating Member (836 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Jul-19-04 05:55 PM
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19. Forward THIS To Your Fundie Mom!
Edited on Mon Jul-19-04 06:02 PM by Unperson 309

I'm sitting here, holding something heavier than its actual weight in my hand. Matte gold finish with striking purple enamel, purple ribbon edged in white. The silhouette of George Washington, stern with the vision of a newborn nation. It is the Purple Heart and it is heavy with the weight of metal, cloth, enamel, history, pride and sacrifice. Gently I turn its familiar weight in my hand.

FOR MILITARY MERIT in raised block letters. The understatement of the ages. Three words, saying nothing, yet everything. Beneath it, a name familiar to me as my own: Ray L. Jaques Y3C USN. I grew up seeing this name, hearing the story. My uncle. Killed in the battle of the Coral Sea fighting an enemy as ruthless and violent as any we have ever faced. An enemy which attacked us on a clear Hawaiian dawn with no provocation. An enemy we faced in battle and an enemy which drew from us our best and finest efforts and, ultimately, our very humanity as we unleashed a nuclear Hell and changed the world forever.

I was not yet born the day the two men in Navy uniforms told my grandmother the news. I did not witness the anguished scream, the buckling knees. I never heard the oaths of my grandfather. But I saw it in their eyes when they told me, years later. I saw the pain of losing a child, a pain which never completely fades.

When the Empire of Japan attacked us on that terrible day in 1941, we rose in righteous fire, in national rage and determination. We stood strong, square jawed and resolute. The perpetrators of that horror would NOT go unavenged. Did we attack China? No. Did we focus our armed fury on Siam? What if we had? What if, seeing the planes in the air over Pearl, the military had been ordered to attack India?

If my grandparents' beloved youngest son (who lied about his age to get into the military) had perished in an attack against a country that had NOT wronged us, would this medal in my hand mean anything?


Ray L. Jaques' death would have been wasted. If Roosevelt had decided that Japan was not "on the menu" but India WAS... what would the deaths of the soldiers in those battles meant?

The attacks on September 11th 2001 have often been referred to as a "second Pearl Harbor". I remember my grandmother telling me about the day she and her family sat, horrified, listening to the radio. "I knew when I heard it," she told me, "That we weren't ever going to be the same." Pinned to a bit of ribbon is a tiny silver item. Barely half an inch long by a fourth of an inch wide, enameled in red and yellow, a Gold Star pin rests in the box with the Purple Heart. Grandma wore that tiny pin every day for the rest of her life.

When I sat, listening in shock to the radio on the eleventh day of September (I was on a long distance bus and there was no television) my grandmother's words came back to me in full force. "We weren't ever going to be the same.". I hope, I pray I beseech Heaven daily that this old medal that I inherited will be the ONLY one I ever hold in my hands. You see, my son is in Iraq. And suddenly I realize just how terribly insufficient an exchange a bit of silver and enamel, a heart with name engraved, scraps of ribbon become when the wrong nation is at arms against my own flesh and blood!

I do NOT want to stand in the doorway cursing as my wife crumples against my body in anguish! While my grandmother at least had the compensation of knowing that her son was killed fighting the SAME enemy that had taken so hideous a vengeance on us at Pearl. If I get that telephone call, that staff car parked outside my home, the small purple box with a scrap of ribbon and enamel... I will not have even that scant comfort. The ones who hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were NOT IRAQIS! No matter how hard my son fights, no matter who he defeats or kills, he will not have exacted one IOTA of retribution for 9/11 because he is fighting the WRONG COUNTRY!

I replace the medal in its box and note the tiny circles of fading on the leatherette case. seventy-three year old tear stains shed by a woman who gave her youngest, most beloved child to secure freedom. Our military is precious! Our soldiers, sailors, Mariles are our own children! My parental heart wants to scream, to cry out in rage, to demand WHY are our children in the wrong country fighting?

I will protest this war not because I hate America, but because I LOVE this land! My family's very blood has been shed in EVERY war since the Revolution and every wound, every death, every sacrifice was spent APPROPRIATELY! In Virginia, at Telegraph Road, in Andersonville, in the Coral Sea, Korea, Viet Nam our soldiers' blood has been rendered SACRED by its shedding. Anyone who wants to say that I "dishonor" our soldiers when I carry a sign demanding to know WHY we are in a country which was not connected to 9/11, can ask me. I will give answer. But if they simply assume that I "hate America"... well they will have one HELL of a fight on their hands!

It is not I who fail to understand the difference between protesting an unjust and unprovoked war and "dishonoring our military"! The next time you see someone with a sign, a letter to the editor in your paper or a bumpersticker you disapprove of, THINK before you attack the person's politics! Perhaps they, too, have a Purple Heart in the family!

Unperson 309

edited for spelling errors.
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