Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I am Your Flag

I am the symbol of the living America, the badge of its greatness, the emblem of its destiny.

I am faith.
It is I who keep men mindful of their priceless heritage, life, liberty, and the right to pursue happiness.

I am hope.
I represent the land of promise wherein, already, man's loftiest dreams have approached closer to realization than ever before on this earth.

I am life.
Each strand and fiber of my being is a memorial, dedicated to the sacrifices of all those strong men and steadfast women who have lived and died in the nation's service, that it might live forever.

I am tolerance.
So long as I shall wave, all people under my protection may freely worship, think, write and speak, undaunted by the shadow of fear.

I am justice,
tempered with mercy. For I am friend to the oppressed and downtrodden of every land.

I am a sign of the future.
I wave over schools throughout the nation and in them the nation's future is molded.

I am the flag of the United States... the last... the best hope for peace on earth.


by Marine Master Sargeant Percy Webb

I am your flag.
I was born June 14, 1777.
I am more then just cloth shaped into a design.
I am the refuge of the World's oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of freedom.
I am the emblem of the greatest sovereign nation on earth.
I am the inspiration for which American Patriots gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons into battle from Valley Forge to the dense jungles of Vietnam [deserts of Iraq].
I walk in silence with each of your honored dead to their final resting
place beneath the silent white crosses - row upon row.
I have flown through peace and war; strife and prosperity; and amidst it all, I have been respected.
I am your flag.
My red stripes symbolize the blood spilled in defense of this glorious nation.
My white stripes signify the yearning tears shed by Americans who lost their sons and daughters.
My blue field is indicative of God's heaven, under which I fly.
My stars, clustered together, unify fifty states as one, for God and Country. "Old Glory" is my nickname, and I proudly wave on high. Honor me, respect me, defend me with your lives and your fortunes.
Never let my enemies tear me down from my lofty position, lest I never return.
Keep alight the fires of patriotism; strive earnestly for the spirit of Democracy.
Worship Eternal God, and keep his commandments; and I shall remain the bulwark of peace and freedom for all mankind.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

My Friend

My friend,
my companion,
through good times and bad.

My friend,
my buddy,
through happy and sad.

Beside me you stand,
beside me you walk,
you're there to listen,
you're there to talk.

With happiness,
with smiles,
with pain and tears.

I know you'll be there,
throughout the years.

Monday, February 13, 2006

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Angela Ruggiero

Monday, February 06, 2006

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God Bless America!

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Kari Noble Check out her website here

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Ronnie Coleman "Mr. Olympia"

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Wall Lake

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Mercedes Benz CLK 320

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Sunday, February 05, 2006


"I've drank more beer, pissed more blood, and banged more quiff than all of you numb-nuts put together."

— Clint Eastwood in the movie, Heartbreak Ridge

Hahaha, priceless! That was a great movie, you should watch it sometime.


Thoreau writing of the time he lived at the cabin in the woods on Walden Pond...

“Men frequently say to me, “I should think you would feels lonesome down there, and want to be nearer to folks, rainy and snowy days and nights especially.” I am tempted to reply to such,- This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space. How far apart, think you, dwell the two most distant inhabitants of yander star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments? Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the milky Way? This which you put seems to me not to be the most important question. What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary? I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another. What do we want most to dwell near to? Not to many men surely, the dpot, the post-office, the bar-room, the meeting-house, the school-house, the grocery, Beacon Hill, or the Five Points, where men most congregate, but to the perennial source of our life, whence in all our experience we have found that to issue, as the willow stands near the water and sends out its roots in that direction.” -Thoreau

“(A man) inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life. I answered that I was very sure I lked it pasably well; I was not joking.” -Thoreau