Britain First...America 2nd

 

The U. S. of A. ...the dismal report

by Norman E. Hooben

At what point do we say America is done...finished, gone, no longer exists, the end!   As of January 2014 the Congress (thats both houses, U.S. Senate and House of Representatives) had a 13% approval rating.  That's pretty dismal!  And although all the results are not in, it appears that most incumbents are winning in their primaries in this off year (non-presidential) election cycle.  That's pretty dismal!  The axiom, "ignorance is bliss" is alive and well as the voters display their ignorant results.  They are rewarding the incumbents for failure and they seem very happy about it; else why do they vote for more of the same.  That's pretty dismal! 
What's even more dismal is that Obama will be attempting a third term on his way up the dictator's ladder...the 22nd Amendment be damned!  Here's the headline over at the National Report:

Obama Announces Plans For A Third Term Presidential Run

Washington, DC — President Barack Obama shocked the country this morning with news that he is running for a third term.“I can’t abandon the American people now when they need me more than ever,” Obama told reporters at a press conference this morning. “We’ve come this far as a nation, now is not the time to do something different. This is the change you wanted and this is the change you’re getting.”Senator Rand Paul of Kentucky told CNN he does not agree with Obama and his announcement. “This defies everything the Constitution stands for,” Paul said. “We can not let this man have a third term.”

In the history of this country only one president has served more than two terms, Franklin D. Roosevelt (Note from Norm: I corrected the error in the original transcript). The major problem for Obama when he runs in 2016, is the 22nd Amendment. In short, the 22nd Amendment states, “No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice…” ...full story continues here

The over bearing narcissistic Obama believes he can win his dictator's cap because he has backers who express his wishes openly.  There's Cass Sunstein, George Soros, and Zbigniew Brzezinski all of whom are paid advisers because of their anti-American views but the most famous backer and ideologue is non other than Oprah Winfrey.  Oprah has openly stated what most dictators must do in order to get control...they like to kill people.  Can you imagine Obama's smile when Oprah said, “There are still generations of people, older people, who were born and bred and marinated in it, in that prejudice and racism, and they just have to die.”  ...read more at U.S. Patriot

Well if dieing is not dismal enough how about your children taking on the role of thought police and reporting you to the authorities .  This is no joke...get this:

Last week, Michelle Obama made headlines when she exhorted graduating high schoolers in a commencement address to monitor their families for politically incorrect thoughts and behaviors.

To one journalist, this was more than an off-hand comment made by the first lady. In the opinion of Cheryl Chumley, a reporter for The Washington Times and the author of “Police State USA,” Michelle Obama’s remark reflects a growing trend in America to target and attack individuals for committing “thought crime.”  Yahoo News has the full story here

All this dismal stuff... Is this beginning to tax your brain?  Your brain?  Yeah, we can get in there too:

NBC Claims All Americans Will Be Implanted With Microchips For Obamacare

Recently, NBC predicted that in 2017, we will all be tagged with microchip, implanted to help identify individuals immediately.  According to the report, the technology is used to answer one question, “Am I who I say I am?”

Some worry, however, that the RFID Microchip will give the government too much power, allowing them to track every move. In some states, like Virginia, legislation is in process to stop his from happening.

The report also reveals an RFID Brain Chip that has been developed and is currently being tested on several humans. ...also at The U.S. Patriot

If the Founding Fathers were around today they would say, "We didn't build that!"  Nothing in the above commentary resembles anything that may be construed as Constitutional and with that said I can say, "The end."  The end of of the U.S. of A. Pretty dismal!  But you know the most dismal thing of all is that no one in the Congress has the intestinal fortitude to put a stop to this Obamanation.  I'll have more faith in our future when hear we the people repeating, "That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government."  

Memorial Day... What does it mean to you?



Better men* than me have put their words in print that truly embrace the meaning of that sacred holiday we call Memorial Day.  Sacred because for those whom we memorialize are connected to God...and if it were not for them we would not be us.  I didn't do much on this holiday...taking the dog for a walk in the park was the highlight of my day.  But there in the park, next to the baseball field stood a tall flag pole...Old Glory never looked so good as she waved to me as we strolled by.  That moment was something special because it brought back memories of those I knew personally who gave it their all.  Oh I did remember my comrades who made it through unscathed and wondered if they too were thinking the same on this special day. 

Upon returning home my wife had sent me an email with a link to the video which is posted below.  She advised me to get out the Kleenex before I watched but being the man that I am, I went ahead without the paper hankies.  One thing I can say for sure about this video is that it puts the imprimatur's stamp of approval on my definition of Memorial Day being sacred.

Want to watch?  Get out the hankies...I'm less than the man I thought I am. ~ Norman E. Hooben



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My Year In Vietnam...it all happened in one night.

 

I saw the tracers in the night

The bullets whizzed by, but very slight

Two incoming rockets had an aerie sound

Both were quiet when they hit the ground

One in the field and one in the mud

When they don’t blow up they’re called a dud

It was over and done…very fast

But still I thought, will this be my last

This is my war story and to the extent

My life was not over for it was meant

The good Lord is keeping me for some other event

To all my brothers who gave it their all

May we meet once again at the final call

Norman E. Hooben

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The following from my friend Lew...

DON’T YOU REMEMBER US?

by lewwaters

No politics today, it is a day to pay our respects to all of our fallen men and women that have paid the ultimate sacrifice in granting us our freedoms. If you do not know why, please read below.

by Lew Waters Viet Nam Veteran

I remember that day long ago when I decided to join the Military. I know you can’t remember that day, but I do. I hoped I might not have to travel half way around the world to fight in that war long ago.

You looked proud of me then, but I could see the fear in your eyes. I could feel the apprehension inside of me, fear of the unknown, Basic Training, maybe fighting. But I went because it was the right thing to do.

I remember feeling so proud to put on the uniform and having my photo taken during Basic Training and how in your letter you said I looked all grown up and how proud you were of me.

I remember completing Basic and being sent off for more training in the skill the Military would assign me and the day towards the end when my orders came, telling me that I was being sent off to that far away land. I was going to war to help preserve someone else’s freedom and stand against those who would oppress others.

I came home for a short leave and asked you to marry me, but you said no, not at this time. We were too young and I would be gone too long, we should wait. I kissed you goodbye and hugged you, not wanting to let you go, but I did.

I remember the airplane landing and after being processed into this far away land, being sent off to the unit that would be my home for the next year. My fear did not subside, but I learned to hide it well, just as all the others did.

I remember that year as if it were yesterday, the horrors I saw, the sounds I heard, the acrid smells around me. But I was doing what must be done to preserve freedom, not only for those we fought for, but for you and those who would come along after us.

I came home and you were there to greet me with open arms. Your tears told me you had really missed me and now, it was you that couldn’t wait to be married to me, even though you knew I was to return as soon as my leave was finished.

I remember you in your white gown and me in my Dress Uniform, now sporting a few medals.

I remember our first kiss as man and wife and looking into your eyes, seeing how much you loved me and the fear of my returning to war seemed less than before.

Our time together as married was too short, but I had to return. I had a job to finish and finishing meant you would be protected in the years ahead as would any children we would have.

I remember your letter telling me I was going to be a ‘Daddy,’ and to be careful. I was so proud and wanted to be there to show you.

Another year would soon be up and I had been careful so I would return to you. I beamed with pride when I received your letter with the photo you sent of you holding our newborn child. It would only be weeks now and I would be back with you, a civilian again, my job and time served completed. I will have served my country with honor.

I remember hearing the rapid popping noise like firecrackers, but knew the sound of an AK-47. The sirens went off, things began exploding around me and I remember thinking how this can’t be happening, not now, I’m too short for this, I want to hold my child and my wife.

Something hit me, once, then twice, and then a third time and it burned. It knocked me down and I couldn’t get up, everything was blurry but became peaceful and quiet. Then it all went black.

I don’t know how they told you or how much you wept when they came to tell you what happened to me, but I saw you at my funeral, sitting there dressed in black and the tears streaming down your cheeks. You had our child with you and my parents where there, also weeping. I tried to wipe the tears off your cheek and tell you that I was okay, there was no more pain.

You cried as they handed you the folded flag and could barely stand as they lowered my casket into the ground.

I was pleased that you placed that flag in an oak case along with my medals and a photo of me. I was happy to see you find a new love and remarry and watched from afar as you had more children and your new husband accepted our child as his own.

I heard as you and your husband told our child about me and what I paid so that others could be free and I could see that he too was growing into a fine young man. I was very proud when he decided to don the uniform of the United States of America and even when he decided to make a career out of the Military.

I remember every Memorial Day when you and your new family came to the ceremony to pay respects to all of us up here. We were there behind the podium and spread out among the crowd that gathered. We all wanted to tell you that we loved you and that we could never forget you. You were the reason we sacrificed as we did and we would gladly do it again.

I remember how as children, we watched as every Memorial Day a parade was held. Aging Veterans marched proudly through the center of town. Some in wheelchairs, some hobbling along, but all proudly wearing the uniform they once wore daily.

The parades seem to be a thing of the past, though. Replaced by yearly ceremonies. I was troubled that the crowds every year became smaller and less people came. Backyard barbecues and merchant sales began taking over for people stopping by the Memorial in town where you all once came to pay your respects.

Then came that fateful day in 2001, September 11 to be exact, when airplanes were flown into buildings and many people died. We knew our numbers would be growing soon and prepared to greet new arrivals.

I watched as once again the numbers at Memorial Day ceremonies grew and we gathered there with you, happy to see faces we hadn’t seen in years.

I wasn’t prepared to greet our son, but he knew who I was right away even though he had never met me. We hugged long and hard, the hug I had wanted to give him so long ago.

We traveled together as once again; we saw you accepting a folded flag, this time for our son and you placed it alongside of mine.

We were together that day and every Memorial Day when you, along with his brothers and sisters came to the Veterans Memorial in town to hear the speeches and to say how much you missed us that first couple of years.

But, you weren’t there the last couple of years. What happened? Did we make you mad? Did the pain of remembering us become too great? Did you listen to those voices screaming out again about how wrong we were for going or believe them as they said we were the bad guys? We see you at home in your backyard. Grandchildren are there now, along with friends and neighbors and you are laughing, playing games, having fun. Our folded flags have gathered dust and are stored in a box.

Have we been forgotten?

There are so few of you that still come. We hear far too few words of thanks any more. We are happy that you can enjoy life and we miss being there with you, enjoying it too.

Our Memorials are being vandalized, stolen and neglected. Many have fallen into disrepair, so few stopping by today. Our Memorials are under assault and Courts are deciding to tear them down, falsely claiming them to be religious symbols and you aren’t speaking out.

We miss you and think of you every day. We know what the price of freedom is as we paid the high price and would gladly do it again.

We remember you. Don’t you remember us?

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*See also http://www.maggiesnotebook.com/2014/05/memorial-day-three-generations-of-combat-military-still-remembering-the-fallen/

Islam...other religions are worthless*

*See below 

Saudi Arabian universities recruit young Western Muslims to train them in their extreme theology, then send them back to the West to spread the word.

The following from: Top Documentary Films

Prime Minister Tony Blair recently described tolerance as 'what makes Britain Britain' but in this extensive investigation Dispatches reveals how a message of hatred and segregation is being spread throughout the UK and examines how it is influenced by the religious establishment of Saudi Arabia.

Dispatches has investigated a number of mosques run by high profile national organisations that claim to be dedicated to moderation and dialogue with other faiths. But an undercover reporter joined worshippers to find a message of religious bigotry and extremism being preached.
He captures chilling sermons in which Saudi-trained preachers proclaim the supremacy of Islam, preach hatred for non-Muslims and for Muslims who do not follow their extreme beliefs - and predict a coming jihad. "An army of Muslims will arise," announces one preacher. Another preacher said British Muslims must "dismantle" British democracy - they must "live like a state within a state" until they are "strong enough to take over."
The investigation reveals Saudi Arabian universities are recruiting young Western Muslims to train them in their extreme theology, then sending them back to the West to spread the word. And the Dispatches reporter discovers that British Muslims can ask for fatwas, religious rulings, direct from the top religious leader in Saudi Arabia, the Grand Mufti. (Excerpt from channel4.com)

* "The books teach that other religions are worthless." ...approximately 33:40 in the video