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November 19, 2004

Subject: Interesting

If you have not already received this, it is well said.

Tony

> For those few who may not know, Dennis Miller is a comedian who has a
show called Dennis Miller Live on HBO. He is not Jewish. He recently
said the following about the Mideast situation:
>
> A brief overview of the situation is always valuable, so as a service
to all Americans who still don't get it, I now offer you the story of
the Middle East in just a few paragraphs, which is all you really need.
Here we go:
>
> The Palestinians want their own country. There's just one thing about
that: There are no Palestinians. It's a made up word. Israel was
called Palestine for two thousand years. Like "Wiccan," "Palestinian"
sounds ancient but is really a modern invention. Before the Israelis
won the land in the 1967 war, Gaza was owned by Egypt, the West Bank was
owned by Jordan, and there were no "Palestinians."
>
> As soon as the Jews took over and started growing oranges as big as
basketballs, what do you know, say hello to the "Palestinians," weeping
for their deep bond with their lost "land" and "nation."
>
> So for the sake of honesty, let's not use the word "Palestinian" any
more to describe these delightful folks, who dance for joy at our deaths
until someone points out they're being taped. Instead, let's call them
what they are: "Other Arabs Who Can't Accomplish Anything In Life And
Would Rather Wrap Themselves In The Seductive Melodrama Of Eternal
Struggle And Death."
>
> I know that's a bit unwieldy to expect to see on CNN. How about this,
then: "Adjacent Jew-Haters." Okay, so the Adjacent Jew-Haters want
their own country. Oops, just one more thing. No, they don't. They
could've had their own country any time in the last thirty years,
especially two years ago at Camp David. But if you have your own
country, you have to have traffic lights and garbage trucks and Chambers
of Commerce, and, worse, you actually have to figure out some way to
make a living.
>
> That's no fun. No, they want what all the other Jew-Haters in the
region want: Israel. They also want a big pile of dead Jews, of
course--that's where the real fun is -- but mostly they want Israel.
>
> Why? For one thing, trying to destroy Israel - or "The Zionist
Entity" as their textbooks call it -- for the last fifty years has
allowed the rulers of Arab countries to divert the attention of their
own people away from the fact that they're the blue-ribbon most
illiterate, poorest, and tribally backward on God's Earth, and if you've
ever been around God's Earth, you know that's really saying something.
>
> It makes me roll my eyes every time one of our pundits waxes poetic
about the great history and culture of the Muslim Mid east. Unless I'm
missing something, the Arabs haven't given anything to the world since
Algebra, and, by the way, thanks a hell of a lot for that one.

Chew this around and spit it out: Five hundred million Arabs; five
Million Jews. Think of all the Arab countries as a football field, and
Israel as a pack of matches sitting in the middle of it. And now these
same folks swear that if Israel gives them half of that pack of
matches,Everyone will be pals.
>
> Really? Wow, what neat news. Hey, but what about the string of wars
to obliterate the tiny country and the constant din of rabid blood oaths
to drive every Jew into the sea? Oh, that? We were just kidding.
>
> My friend Kevin Rooney made a gorgeous point the other day: Just
reverse the Numbers. Imagine five hundred million Jews and five million
Arabs. I was stunned at the simple brilliance of it. Can anyone
picture the Jews strapping belts of razor blades and dynamite to
themselves? Of course not.
>
> Or marshaling every fiber and force at their disposal for generations
to drive a tiny Arab State into the sea? Nonsense. Or dancing for joy
at the murder of innocents? Impossible. Or spreading and believing
horrible lies about the Arabs baking their bread with the blood of
children?
>
> Disgusting.
>
> No, as you know, left to themselves in a world of peace, the worst
Jews would ever do to people is debate them to death. After September
11th our president told us and the world he was going to root out all
terrorists and the countries that supported them. Beautiful.
>
> Then the Israelis, after months and months of having the equivalent of
an Oklahoma City every week (and then every day) start to do the same
thing we did, and we tell them to show restraint. If America were being
attacked with an Oklahoma City every day, we would all very shortly be
screaming for the administration to just be done with it and kill
everything south of the Mediterranean and east of the Jordan.
>
> Please feel free to pass this along to your friends. Walk in peace!
> Be
Happy!

November 24, 2004

This is an email I received:

>> THE NEW JERUSALEM
>>
>>
>> I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint
>>restaurant just
>> off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were

>>both
>> especially good that day.
>>
>> As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the
street.
>> There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying

>>all his
>> worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign
that
>>read, "I
>> will work for food." My heart sank.
>>
>>
>> I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that
>>others around
>> us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture
of
>>sadness
>> and disbelief.
>>
>> We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind.
We
>>finished
>> our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and
>>quickly set out
>> to accomplish them.
>>
>> I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat
halfheartedly
>>for the
>> strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again
>>would call for
>> some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I
made
>>some
>> purchases at a store and got back in my car.
>>
>> Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go

>>back to the
>> office until you've at least driven once more around the
square."
>>Then with
>> some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the
square's
>>third
>> corner. I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the
storefront
>>church,
>> going through his sack.
>>
>> I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him,
yet
>>wanting to
>> drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a
>>sign from
>> God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached

>>the town's
>> newest visitor.
>>
>> "Looking for the pastor?" I asked.
>>
>> "Not really," he replied, "just resting."
>>
>> "Have you eaten today?"
>>
>> "Oh, I ate something early this morning."
>>
>> "Would you like to have lunch with me?"
>>
>> "Do you have some work I could do for you?"
>>
>> "No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city,
but I
>>would
>> like to take you to lunch."
>>
>> "Sure," he replied with a smile.
>>
>> As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface
questions.
>>
>> "Where you headed?"
>>
>> "St. Louis."
>>
>> "Where you from?"
>>
>> "Oh, all over; mostly Florida."
>>
>> "How long you been walking?"
>>
>> "Fourteen years," came the reply.
>>
>> I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other
in
>>the same
>> restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly
>>beyond his 38
>> years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an
>>eloquence and
>> articulation that was startling. He removed his
>> jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The
>>Never Ending
>> Story."
>>
>> Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times
early
>>in life.
>> He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.
>>
>> Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country,
he
>>had stopped
>> on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who
>>were putting
>> up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought.
>>
>> He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but
revival
>>services,
>> and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his
life
>>over to
>> God.
>>
>> "Nothing's been the same since," he said, " I felt the Lord
>>telling me to
>> keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."
>>
>> "Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
>>
>> "Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But
God
>>has given
>> me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack.
>>
>> I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His
Spirit
>>leads."
>>
>> I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless.
>>
>> He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question
>> burned inside for a moment and then I asked:
>>
>> "What's it like?"
>>
>> "What?"
>>
>> "To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and
>> to show your sign?"
>>
>> "Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make
>>comments. Once
>> someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture
that
>>certainly
>> didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to
>>realize that God
>> was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of
other
>>folks like
>> me."
>>
>> My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and
gathered
>>his
>> things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and
>>said, "Come Ye
>> blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for
>>you. For when
>> I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me
>>drink, a
>> stranger and you took me in."
>>
>> I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another
>>Bible?" I asked.
>>
>> He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well
and
>>was not
>> too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read
through
>>it 14
>> times," he said.
>>
>> "I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our
church
>>and see."
>> I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well,
and
>>he seemed
>> very grateful.
>>
>> "Where are you headed from here?"
>>
>> "Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement
park
>>coupon."
>>
>> "Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"
>>
>> "No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under
that
>>star right
>> there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."
>>
>> He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity
of
>>his
>> mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two

>>hours
>> earlier, and as we drove, it started raining.We parked and
>>unloaded his
>> things.
>>
>> "Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep
>>messages from
>> folks I meet."
>>
>> I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling
had
>>touched My
>> life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a
verse
>>of
>> scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you,
>>"declared the
>> Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give
you
>>a Future
>> and a hope."
>>
>> "Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really
just
>>strangers,
>> but I love you."
>>
>> "I know," I said, "I love you, too."
>>
>> "The Lord is good!"
>>
>> "Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I
>>asked.
>>
>> "A long time," he replied.
>>
>> And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new
>>friend and I
>> embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He
put
>>his things
>> on his back, smiled his winning smile
>> and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem."
>>
>> "I'll be there!" was my reply.
>>
>> He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign
dangling
>>from his
>> bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When
you
>>see
>> something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
>>
>> "You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
>>
>> "God bless." And that was the last I saw of him.
>>
>> Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong.
The
>>cold front
>> had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my
>>car. As I sat
>> back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair
of
>>well-worn
>> brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I
>>picked them
>> up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would
stay
>>warm that
>> night without them. Then I remembered his words:
>>
>>
>>
>> "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray

>>for me?"
>>
>> Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to
see
>>the world
>> and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those
two
>>hours with
>> my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.
>>
>> "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I
>>will...
>>
>> If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
>>
>> "I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can
do
>>or any
>> kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not
pass
>>this way
>> again."

January 10, 2004

This was sent to me via email:>
> Subject: Fwd: Story in Tampa Paper
> >
> >
> > Will we still be the Country of choice and still be America if we
> >continue
> > to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries
> > that came to live in America because it is the Country of
> Choice??????
> > Think about it . . .
> >
> > All I have to say is, when will they do something about
> > MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't
> > celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry
> > Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings. It's not Christmas
> >vacation, it's Winter Break. Isn't it amazing
> > how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday? We've
>
> >gone
> >so far the other way, bent over
> > backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being
> > offended. But it seems that no one has a problem with that.
> >
> > This says it all!
> >
> >
> > This is an editorial written by an
> > American citizen, published in a
> > Tampa newspaper. He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!
> >
> > IMMIGRANTS,
> > NOT AMERICANS,
> > MUST ADAPT.
> > I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we
> > are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist
> >attacks on Sept. 11,
> > we have experienced a surge
> > in patriotism by the majority
> > of Americans. However, the dust from the attacks had
> > barely settled when the "politically correct" crowd began complaining
> >about
> > the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.
> >
> > I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone
> who
> >is
> >seeking a better life by coming to America. Our population is almost
> >entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. However, there
> > are a few things that those
> > who have recently come to
> > our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This
> >idea
> >of America being a
> > multicultural community
> > has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity.
> As
> >Americans, we
> > have our own culture, our
> > own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has
>
> >been
> >developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions
> of
> >men and women who have sought freedom.
> >
> >
> > We speak ENGLISH, not Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese,
> >Russian, or any other language.
> > Therefore, if you wish to become part
> > of our society, learn the language!
> >
> > "In God We Trust" is our national motto. This is not some Christian,
> >right
> >wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and
> >women,
> > on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly
> >documented.
> > It is certainly appropriate to display it
> > on the walls of our schools. If God
> > offends you, then I suggest you
> > consider another part of the world as
> > your new home, because God is part
> > of our culture.
> >
> > If Stars and Stripes offend you, or
> > you don't like Uncle Sam, then you
> > should seriously consider a move
> > to another part of this planet. We
> > are happy with our culture and have
> > no desire to change, and we really
> > don't care how you did things where
> > you came from. This is
> > OUR COUNTRY,
> > our land, and our lifestyle. Our First Amendment gives every citizen
> the
> > right to express his opinion and we
> > will allow you every opportunity to do
> > so. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our
> >flag,
> > our pledge, our national motto, or our
> > way of life, I highly encourage you
> > take advantage of one other great American freedom,
> > THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
> >
> > If you agree -- pass this along;
> > if you don't agree -- delete it!
> >
> > AMEN
> >
> > I figure if we all keep passing this to our friends
> > (and enemies) it will also, sooner or later
> > get back to the complainers, lets all try,
> > please

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