Plagerized from an email! Divorce Agreement

I understand that the person who wrote this is a college student. (Since it's almost 100% copied, I'm confessing plagerism!) This is very well put, and I'm pretty sure I know where I want to end up!

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, marxists and (sadly) Obama supporters, et al: We have stuck together since the late 1950's for the sake of the kids, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations; but this relationship has clearly run its course.

Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right for us all, so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and chalk it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own separate ways.

Here's what we propose:

Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass - each taking a similar portion. That will be the difficult part; but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy!

Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

We don't like redistributive taxes so can keep them. You are also welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU.

Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military.

We'll take the nasty, smelly oil industry and you can go with wind, solar and bio-diesel. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore and Rosie O'Donnell.

We'll keep capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart and Wall Street.

You can have your beloved lifelong welfare dwellers, food stamps, homeless, homeboys, hippies, druggies and illegal aliens.

We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood.

You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us.

You can have the peaceniks and war protesters. When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.

We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, political correctness and Shirley MacClain. You can also have the U.N., but we will no longer be paying the bill.

We'll keep the SUVs, pickup trucks and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Volt and Leaf you can find.

You can give everyone healthcare if you can find any practicing doctors. We'll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and not a right.

We'll keep "The Battle Hymn of the Republc" and "The National Anthem." I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute "Imagine," "I'd Like to Teach The World to Sing," "Kum Ba Ya" or "We Are the World."

We'll practice trickle down economics and you can continue to give trickle up poverty your best shot.

Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name and our flag.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like-minded liberals and conservative patriots.

Sincerely,

John J. Wall

Law Student and an American

P.S. Also, please take Ted Turner, Sean Penn, Martin Sheen, Barbara Streisand and Jane Fonda with you.

P.P.S. And you won't have to press 1 for English when you call our country.

Billionaires and Business Jets

According to Forbes, there are 413 billionaires and nearly 3,000,000 millionaires (Millionaires are so yesterday.) living in the United States. According to the National Business Aviation Association (http://www.nbaa.org), there are 15,000 "business" jets registered in the United States.
Additionally, according to the NBAA, "only about 3% are flown by Fortune 500 companies, while the remaining 97% are operated by a broad cross-section of organizations, including governments, universities, charitable organizations and businesses - large, medium and small."
Help me out here--I went to public schools--3% of 15,000 = 450. The POTUS is apparently speaking directly to 450 folks! So fess up, you private jet owners!!!! The gov'mint wants YOU to pay more. I'm guessin' since there are only 450 of you, you need to plan to pay a LOT MORE!
The truth is we're in trouble as a nation, and continuing to espouse class warefare isn't helping. We all need to eat a huge piece of spending-cut pie. We need to pass a balanced budget amendment so, once we get ourselves out of this mess we're in, we don't get ourselves into this much trouble in the future. And, for crying out loud, we don't need another debt commission so we can put the problem off for another day and then not follow their advice anyway!
Get real, Mr. president, Get real Congress. Get serious, get busy!!!

Dear Heavenly BFF's

Dear Heavenly BFF's of Sarah...

WOW, that second "F" sure does have a more ominous meaning when it's preceded by "Heavenly," doesn't it!

Tomorrow is Sarah's birth day--the day she was born here on Earth. Norm and I were so blessed to be her parents. Now I would tell you the year, but Sarah just didn't talk about her age. LOL

I'm sure you know by now, but I just wanted to remind you, that Sarah loves to laugh. She loves real hugs and scratchies. And children. And chocolate. And cats.
When she couldn't sleep--and sometimes she couldn't--I would give her "scratchies." Just the lightest touch along her arms, face and back, and she would eventually drift into a deep and wonderful sleep.

She had four cats in her life: Midnight (who was simply stolen one night) and Twilight (Midnight's son who died of old age), Boober (who wasn't real bright--Sarah's words) and Chardie (a slightly overweight and definitely over-the-hill cat beauty queen). Midnight and Twilight were hunters who would bring Sarah fine presents of decapitated rats and geckos. Boober and Chardie were comforters who would lay by her side when she would come home from those rough chemo treatments. Sarah would slip her long, slender fingers out from under the wonderful fuzzy quilt her sis Christina had made for her and wiggle them ever so slightly which was a signal for the cats to move closer. And they would.

I'm sure sleep is no longer an issue for her. So would you please just pass along some hugs and laughter--and chocolate. And our love.