Eighteen Wheels

The "Winning Slogan" the Democrat National Committee came up with after 80,000 contest entries to put down Rush Limbaugh. It took two days for the Democrats in West Palm Beach to realize their lame billboard ironically slammed the President.

Lets look at the first one hundred days of socialism Obama Style.

$787 billion in Pork largest in history....

$3.5 trillion federal budget, more then was spent by every president sense George Washington...

$1 trillion budget deficit...

Federal takeover of the auto industry, Federal takeover of the banks and mortgage industry...

Taxpayers on the hook for these mortgage defaults...

Trillions in Bailouts, TARP, TALF, TIFF, PPPIP, all under the table, while demonizing capitalism,

punishing and threatening private sector... Reinstating the failed welfare system

An average of over 600,000 jobs lost each month sense the election.

Raising taxes on the heart of Americans employer, small business...

An administration of soviet style CZARS, at have never run business, tax cheats, anti-American communists and anti-Israel " antisemitic Bigots".

They have closed the prison Gitmo and releasing trained terrorist on American soil....

Compromise security by releasing Top National Security documents...

Abolished interrogation techniques that have saved thousands of American lives and tied the hands of investigators...

Actually threatened to prosecute Bush Administration officials for protecting our country..

Federal funding, taxpayer money that promote abortion and infanticide over seas.

Federal funding for embryonic stem cell research that has only produced failure after failure, for the purpose of prop up the abortion industry...

Passed a bill that if implemented would socialize the health care industry and ration both health care and medicine...

Failing to adopt policy that would create jobs and make us energy independent, for some windmill farms and solar energy that could never replace our oil based economy.

Shackle our economy with cap-and-trade schemes that would raise the coast of every thing from food to electricity...

Making nice with Ahmadinejad who intends to launch nuclear missals into Israel to bring in a new radical Islamic Jihad ( the Great Tribulation)

No response to North Korea's launching of ballistic missile over Japan...

And a World apology tour where he made nice with Americas sworn enemies and spiting on our allies. What happens in the next hundred days, A Rush to Failure.

Here's the Million Dollar Question... Are you good enough to go to Heaven? Let's see if you are a good person. Have you ever told a lie? White lies, fibs, and exaggerations are all considered lies to God. If you have, then you are a liar. Have you ever stolen anything ( value doesn't matter)? If you have, then you are a thief in Gods perfect sight. Have you ever murdered anybody? The Bible says "Whosoever hates his brother is a murderer" (1 John 3:15) Have you ever hated anybody? If so, then God sees you as a murderer. On the Day of Judgment, will you be innocent or guilty? If you are honest with yourself, you will see that you will be guilty. The Bible warns that if you are guilty you will end up in Hell. The good news is that's not God's will. Pictures yourself in a courtroom, guilty of many serious crimes. The fine is $500,000 or life in prison. You don't have any money with which to pay your fine. The guards begin to lead you off to jail. All of a sudden, someone steps in and pays your fine for you. You are free to go. How would that make you feel? That's what Jesus Christ did for you 2000 years ago. He paid the penalty for your sins by dying on the cross. He defeated death by rising from the dead three days later. The Bible expresses it like this: "God commends His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us" (Romans 5:8) "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that who so ever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John 3:16) God promised eternal life to those who confess and forsake their sins and place their faith in Jesus Christ alone to save them. Confess your sins to God (name them) and forsake them once and for all. Then place your faith in Jesus. Don't put it off until tomorrow! You may not have tomorrow. Read the Bible and obey what you read. God will never let you down.

Who gets upset about Cartoons? MUSLIMS!

Tortilla riots in Mexica. Violent protests in Haiti, Egypt, Morocco, Ivory Coast, Cameroom, Guinea, Cambodia, Indonesia, Bangladesh, Mozambique, Bolivia, and other nations.

World bank president Robert Zoellick notes 33 countries face social unrest...
all due to skyrocketing world food prices, which have risen by up 83% in three years.

What is the root cause of this misery? One word ethanol. "This is the world's big story," Jeffrey Sachs, director of Columbia University's Eaeth Institute, told CNN. "We've been putting our food into the gas tank -- this corn-to-ethanol ... really makes little sense." Thank You Democrats & AlGore for ethanol.

Garfield on the oil crisis

A lot of folks can't understand how we came
to have an oil shortage here in our country.
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Well, there's a very simple answer.
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Nobody bothered to check the oil.
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We just didn't know we were getting low.
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The reason for that is purely geographical.
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Our OIL is located in :
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ALASKA
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California
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Coastal Florida
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Coastal Louisiana
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Wyoming
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Colorado
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Kansas
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Oklahoma
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Pennsylvania
and
Texas
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Our dipsticks are located in DC
Any Questions? NO?...Didn't think so.

Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much. He would always greet you with a big
smile and a firm handshake.
Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no one could really
say they knew him very well.
Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of
him walking down the street often worried us.
He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.
Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make
it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random
violence, gangs, and drug activity.
When he saw the flier at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for
the gardens behind the minister's residence, he responded in his
characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.
He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally
happened.
He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members
approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked,
'Would you like a drink from the hose?'
The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, 'Yeah, sure,'
with a malevolent little smile.
As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl's arm, throwing him
down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its
way, Carl's assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then
fled.
Car l tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He l
ay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him.
Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn't get
there fast enough to stop it.
'Carl, are you ok? Are you hurt?' the minister kept asking as he
helped Carl to his feet.
Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. 'Just
some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday.'
His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He
adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.
Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, 'Carl, what are you
doing?' 'I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry
lately,' came the calm reply.
Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only
marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.
A few weeks later the three returned. Just a s before their threat was
unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.
This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.
When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the
street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the
hilarity of what they had just done.
Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up
his hose, and went on with his watering.
The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was
startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell
into some evergreen branches.
As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his
summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected
attack.
'Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time.'
The young man s poke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to
Carl. As he helped Carl g et up, t he man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket
and handed it to Carl.
'What's this?' Carl asked. 'It's your stuff,' the man
explained. 'It's your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet.'
'I don't understand,' Carl said. 'Why would you help me
now?'
The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. 'I learned
something from you,' he said. 'I ran with that gang and hurt people
like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But
every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting
back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept
showing love against our hate.'

He stopped
for a moment. 'I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is
back.'
He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say.
'That bag's my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I
guess.' And with that, he walked off down the street.
Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out
his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he
checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that
still smiled back at him from all those years ago.
He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his
funeral in spite of the weather.
In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn't know sitting
quietly in a distant corner of the church.
The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life.
In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, 'Do your best and make
your garden as beautiful a s you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.'
The following spring another flier went up. It read: 'Person needed to
care for Carl's garden.'
The flier went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock
was heard at the minister's office door.
Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding
the flier. 'I believe this is my job, if you'll have me,' the young
man said.
The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen
watch and wallet to Carl
He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around. As the minister
handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, 'Yes, go take care of
Carl's garden and honor him.'
The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers
and vegetables just as Carl had done.
During that time, he went to college , got married, an d became a prominent
member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl's memory and
kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.
One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn't care for
the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, 'My wife
just had a baby boy last night, and she's bringing him home on Saturday.'
'Well, congratulations!' said the minister, as he was handed the
garden shed keys. 'That's wonderful! What's the baby's name?'

'Carl,' he replied.