It was a beautiful sunny day in New York. It was so nice, Yankee slugger Jason Giambi tested positive for SPF 40.
How about that wild ending to "The Sopranos"? I don't know about you, but I was shocked when Tony was whacked by Phil Specter.
On orders from court, Paris Hilton surrendered while sobbing pathetically. Even the French are saying; “Uh, could you change your name to London from Paris? “
There was a touching moment when Paris returned to jail. An inmate put her arms on Paris’s shoulder and gently said; “If you say “that’s hot” one more time, I am going to cut you.”
A judge ordered Paris Hilton into court to review her release from jail and Paris was handcuffed sobbing uncontrollably; this is so pathetic, Paris is making Martha Stewart look like Rambo.
Go see this and be prepared to get emotional.
http://www.youtube.com/v/ervaMPt4Ha0&autoplay=1
As this was made by a very talented 15-year-old girl, having said that, is it a little corny? Yes. Does it tug hard at the heart strings? Yes. But in our cynical and isolated times, we could use a little tugging at the heart strings.
The message of this clip is very clear to me as it will be to you, but I also couldn’t help but keep thinking: F- you, Rosie O’Donnell.
F-you, Rosie O'Donnell and anyone else who implied all the awful things about our troops that she has implied in such a public forum in such a uniformed and reckless way. The fact that such a disgusting, ugly, angry, crazy and bitter fat slob like her has caused any of those people in this clip to feel bad for one second makes me want to vomit.
Believe me, I may be a former-liberal-but-now- further-to-the-middle-die-hard Independent but I am also proud and sympathetic of my liberal friends and their strong convictions. Rosie is just an ass clown.
We may all hate Paris Hilton, but Paris Hilton never insulted our soldiers like Rosie O’Donnell did.
We live just south of Camp Pendleton and just west of the Miramar Marine Corp airport. We hear the giant troop transport planes flying these Marines from Miramar and they go right over our house on their way to Iraq. We see the troop transport trucks headed north on Interstate 5. This is not a foreign war to San Diego. Our newspaper and radio stations air the tragic stories and show the pictures of the Soldier’s young widows weeping with their scared and worried four-year-old child at her young husband’s grave. Like the clip says, that widow is our neighbor. Your's too, I guess.
Ann Caroline’s friend’s Nanny lost her husband in Iraq. Not because he died, but because, when he came back, he was an emotional wreck, and he asked for a divorce. Not all wounds are physical.
My eight-year-old daughter, Ann Caroline, has that exact same stuffed Buffalo as the pretty, brave wounded woman soldier in the start of that clip.
Damn.
On a lighter note:
A friend of ours is a truly amazing woman: smart, kind, funny, pretty, a great mom, a tremendous athlete, upbeat, generous and charitable. She is a doctor we lovingly refer to as Dr. Dana. My daughter, Ann Caroline, plays soccer with her daughter, Michelle.
The other day I ran into Dr. Dana at a soccer game and she said;
“I have a funny story but I don’t want you and your lovely wife to take it the wrong way.”
Dr. Dana said she thought of us at work the other day but couldn’t figure out what triggered it. Then she remembered she was treating a patient for rectal bleeding – no, that’s not what made her think of us - and she was dictating into a recorder the technical recap of the procedure citing the patient’s rectal valve called the Virg Valve. That made her think of my wife Virginia, whom we affectionately call Virg.
Dr. Dana was kind enough not to mention she thought of me when she saw the guy’s a-hole.
How about that wild ending to "The Sopranos"? I don't know about you, but I was shocked when Tony was whacked by Phil Specter.
On orders from court, Paris Hilton surrendered while sobbing pathetically. Even the French are saying; “Uh, could you change your name to London from Paris? “
There was a touching moment when Paris returned to jail. An inmate put her arms on Paris’s shoulder and gently said; “If you say “that’s hot” one more time, I am going to cut you.”
A judge ordered Paris Hilton into court to review her release from jail and Paris was handcuffed sobbing uncontrollably; this is so pathetic, Paris is making Martha Stewart look like Rambo.
Go see this and be prepared to get emotional.
http://www.youtube.com/v/ervaMPt4Ha0&autoplay=1
As this was made by a very talented 15-year-old girl, having said that, is it a little corny? Yes. Does it tug hard at the heart strings? Yes. But in our cynical and isolated times, we could use a little tugging at the heart strings.
The message of this clip is very clear to me as it will be to you, but I also couldn’t help but keep thinking: F- you, Rosie O’Donnell.
F-you, Rosie O'Donnell and anyone else who implied all the awful things about our troops that she has implied in such a public forum in such a uniformed and reckless way. The fact that such a disgusting, ugly, angry, crazy and bitter fat slob like her has caused any of those people in this clip to feel bad for one second makes me want to vomit.
Believe me, I may be a former-liberal-but-now- further-to-the-middle-die-hard Independent but I am also proud and sympathetic of my liberal friends and their strong convictions. Rosie is just an ass clown.
We may all hate Paris Hilton, but Paris Hilton never insulted our soldiers like Rosie O’Donnell did.
We live just south of Camp Pendleton and just west of the Miramar Marine Corp airport. We hear the giant troop transport planes flying these Marines from Miramar and they go right over our house on their way to Iraq. We see the troop transport trucks headed north on Interstate 5. This is not a foreign war to San Diego. Our newspaper and radio stations air the tragic stories and show the pictures of the Soldier’s young widows weeping with their scared and worried four-year-old child at her young husband’s grave. Like the clip says, that widow is our neighbor. Your's too, I guess.
Ann Caroline’s friend’s Nanny lost her husband in Iraq. Not because he died, but because, when he came back, he was an emotional wreck, and he asked for a divorce. Not all wounds are physical.
My eight-year-old daughter, Ann Caroline, has that exact same stuffed Buffalo as the pretty, brave wounded woman soldier in the start of that clip.
Damn.
On a lighter note:
A friend of ours is a truly amazing woman: smart, kind, funny, pretty, a great mom, a tremendous athlete, upbeat, generous and charitable. She is a doctor we lovingly refer to as Dr. Dana. My daughter, Ann Caroline, plays soccer with her daughter, Michelle.
The other day I ran into Dr. Dana at a soccer game and she said;
“I have a funny story but I don’t want you and your lovely wife to take it the wrong way.”
Dr. Dana said she thought of us at work the other day but couldn’t figure out what triggered it. Then she remembered she was treating a patient for rectal bleeding – no, that’s not what made her think of us - and she was dictating into a recorder the technical recap of the procedure citing the patient’s rectal valve called the Virg Valve. That made her think of my wife Virginia, whom we affectionately call Virg.
Dr. Dana was kind enough not to mention she thought of me when she saw the guy’s a-hole.
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