I would hope that Americans can protest and voice their opinions without doing violence to the symbols of the political entity which ensures they have the right to say what they want.

If you insist that burning things in the street is what is protected “speech”, then you are wrong in my opinion. You can be against things and say so loudly and proudly, but burning the flag means you hate what it stands for and to me is not speech, but an act of violence against the whole country ” for which it stands”.

You may disagree, and that is what America is all about. In the course of you expressing your views, I would suggest for your own sake, that you do not act like Islamic Rage Boy.

Fitzgerald
Nifong
Earle

I’m sure there are many more.

Oh, don’t burn an American Flag anywhere near me if you don’t want to hear me excercise my free speech rights on you, which I’m sure you don’t.

Are we within our rights to burn a Koran as resistance to Sharia law’s opression of millions around the world?

How about burn a burka for women’s rights? Can we burn copies of Farenhiet 911 and Sicko in protest of stupid socialist propaganda?

Of course not. That would make us “insensitive”. But go ahead and burn that Old Glory, the symbol of freedom. That’s just fine. What idiocy we have today.

Our nation is too great to infringe on any of these rights.

On July 5th, 2007 at 1:08 am, BluegrassHindu said:
seen the mighty Vols run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?

Can`t be beat.

Only when the Buckeyes run on the field through the Tunnel of Pride against M*chigan.

seen the mighty Vols run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?

Can`t be beat.

Just watched the O’Reilly show and the matchup with Geraldo….

BANG.BBBOOOOOOOMMMMMM……AND THEN SHE HIT HIM WITH A RIGHT UPPERCUT…RIGHT IN THE JAW……

Ow….poor Geraldo…completely overmatched……

I’ve never seen Michelle so “intense” on TV…..

Love it….MORE MORE MORE!!!!

1- The Quote:

“No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.”

General George S. Patton Jr.,
United States Army
November 11, 1885 — December 21, 1945

2 – The Soapbox:

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

05/29/06

I wanted to share on my favorite soapbox pieces with you on this Memorial Day, a day of remembrance for those who have served our country.

God Bless America,

Charlie Daniels

AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL

Have you ever spent the later afternoon watching the purple shadows deepen in the Arizona desert, or seen a herd of elk plow their way through waist deep snow on a cold Colorado dawn?

Did you ever watch the sun go down in Hawaii or see the stormy waves break over the rock bound coast of Maine, or have you ever seen an eagle fly up out of the mists of Alaska or a big October moon hanging full over the still Dakota badlands?

Have you ever tasted the gumbo in New Orleans, the barbecue in Carolina or the chicken wings in Buffalo? Have you ever had Brunswick stew in Macon or cornbread in Birmingham or brisket slow cooked over hill country mesquite wood?

Did you ever drink water from a gurgling branch in Utah or stand on the mountain above El Paso Del Norte and see the lights twinkling clear over into Mexico?

Did you ever jingle horses in the predawn stillness of a perfect Texas day and watch their shod hooves kicking up sparks on the volcanic rock or tended a trot line on a foggy Carolina morning, or heard the distant song of a lovesick whippoorwill in the pristine Tennessee late night?

Have you seen the faces on Mount Rushmore or stood at the Vietnam monument? Have you ever crossed the mighty Mississippi or been to the Daddy of ‘Em All in Cheyenne, Wyoming or seen the mighty Vols run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?

Did you ever see the Chicago skyline from Lakeshore Drive at night or the New England foliage in the fall or the summer beauty of the Shenandoah valley or Indiana covered with new snow?

Did you ever see a herd of wild horses running free across the empty spaces of Nevada or caught a walleyed pike out of a cold Wisconsin stream, or marveled at the tall ships docked in the harbor at Baltimore?

Did you ever see the early morning dew sparkling on the bluegrass or the wind stir the wheat fields on a hot Kansas afternoon or drove the lonely stretches of old Route 66?

Have you ever heard the church bells peal their call to worship on a early Sunday in some small town in the deep South, or passed through the redwood forests as the sun was going down?

Have you ever been to Boise or Baxley or Beaufort or Billings? Have you ever passed through Sanford or Suffolk or San Angelo? Have you seen the falls at Niagara, the ice palace in St. Paul or the gateway to the west?

This then is America, the land God blesses with everything and no Eiffel Tower, no Taj Mahal, no Alps, nor Andes, no native hut, nor royal palace can rival her awesome beauty, her diverse population, her monolithic majesty. America the free, America the mighty, America the beautiful.

God Bless America

Charlie Daniels

What is America to me?

A place, a map, the flag I see

A single word, democracy?

What is America to me?

The house I live in,

A plot of earth, a street,

The grocer and the butcher,

The people that I meet.

The children in the playground,

The faces that I see,

All races and religions,

That’s America to me.

The place I work in,

The workers by my side,

The small towns and the cities

Where my people lived and died,

The howdy and the handshake

The air of feeling free,

The right to speak my mind out,

That’s America to me.

The things I see around me,

The big ones and the small,

The little corner newsstand

And the house a mile tall,

The wedding in the churchyard,

The laughter and the tears,

And the dream that has been growing

For the last 231 years.

The town I live in,

The street, the house, the room,

The pavement of the city

And a garden all in bloom,

The church, the school, the clubhouse,

The million lights I see,

But especially the people,

That’s America to me!