I cannot figure out why we are even bothering to hold an election in the U.S.
On one side, you have a bitch who is a lawyer; married to a lawyer....running against a lawyer, who is married to a bitch, who is a lawyer.
On the other side, you have a war hero married to a good looking woman with big boobs who owns a beer distributorship.
Is there a really contest here?
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Hero's
Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 at age 76, which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27 ) Hisdeath reminded me of the following story.
Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, LeeMarvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4-star generals at Arlington National Cemetery His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) andservice (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:
I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.
In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in warbond promotions, Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor!
If that is a surprising comment on the true character of theman, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.
Dialog from 'The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson': His guest was Lee Marvin Johnny said, 'Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima ...and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded.'
'Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But, Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... We both got the Cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stoodup on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life.
That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, 'Where'd they get you Lee?' 'Well Bob... if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!'
Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew. The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo.'
On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth. But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore along-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat. After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.
America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.
Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in yourmidst.
Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would mostlike to have on your side if anything ever happened.
Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr.Rogers
Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, LeeMarvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4-star generals at Arlington National Cemetery His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) andservice (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:
I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.
In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in warbond promotions, Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor!
If that is a surprising comment on the true character of theman, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.
Dialog from 'The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson': His guest was Lee Marvin Johnny said, 'Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima ...and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded.'
'Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But, Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... We both got the Cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stoodup on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life.
That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, 'Where'd they get you Lee?' 'Well Bob... if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!'
Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew. The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo.'
On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth. But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore along-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat. After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.
America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.
Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in yourmidst.
Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would mostlike to have on your side if anything ever happened.
Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr.Rogers
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Hope
(Impressions of the Jewish Holocaust)
Locked in a cage... deep inside me is my hope
Infront of me is the war,
Behind me is the war.
The war is all around me.
I cry a cry that will not be heard soon.
Hope
Will come
I hear the sound of angels singing.
Singing a song
that
unlocks
Hope.
Soon I will be with my family.
Soon I won't feel the pain.
Soon I will know the feeling of love once again.
No longer shall I cry.
I concentrate on Hope, family and the pain.
Pain at being lost in the sounds of war.
The sound of death.
Numbers being called...
People being killed.
No longer can I stand
the
Pain.
Let Hope come...
Let Hope come...
I feel as if I am on a boat at sea
Hungry
and fishing for
Hope
Or in a dark corner
Searching for the light of
Hope.
I'm looking for Hope.
That seems no more.
I search the eyes
of
the scared ones.
The ones whose numbers are called...
I maybe next.
I am.
Toni Jensen age 10
Friday, April 4, 2008
Time
I was sitting around
Just pondering time
Wondering when it might be mine
When I started thinking of things that I’d done
I wondered if I would be better to run
I’ve done some things that I’m not proud
A few of them made my dad get quite loud
I’ve done some others that make me stand tall
Things like that don’t make me feel small
When I think about running from things gone bad
I look around me and it makes me feel sad
I see people that don’t get a chance
Never has life given a dance
When that door opens and hand is extended
Take and embrace it as God has intended
Learn from our past, it will make us strong
And dance with a smile to life’s beautiful song
© 2007 Albert Jensen - 11/6/07
Just pondering time
Wondering when it might be mine
When I started thinking of things that I’d done
I wondered if I would be better to run
I’ve done some things that I’m not proud
A few of them made my dad get quite loud
I’ve done some others that make me stand tall
Things like that don’t make me feel small
When I think about running from things gone bad
I look around me and it makes me feel sad
I see people that don’t get a chance
Never has life given a dance
When that door opens and hand is extended
Take and embrace it as God has intended
Learn from our past, it will make us strong
And dance with a smile to life’s beautiful song
© 2007 Albert Jensen - 11/6/07
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Laundry Day
It has never failed to amaze me what can be found in the pockets of little boys pants.
At the conclusion of a family outing in the mountains of northern Utah we returned home to unpack and return to normal. I took all the sleeping bags tents and other supply and packed them away for the next trip. All the dirty cloths, dishes and house hold items were taken inside and placed out of the way until the time when I would have enough energy to take care of the mess.
After two days of putting the laundry on hold I couldn't take it any longer. When I opened the door to the laundry room I was overcome with an odor that to this day can't be described. I could smell the smoke from the camp fire, and the slight odor of fish from the kids wiping their hands on their pants. But there was something different, something more offensive then anything I have ever smelled before. As I went through the laundry and moved things around it got stronger, I came across a pair of my youngest boy's jeans and was set back even more then when I first opened the door. I found it. The source of the smell. Now all I have to decide is whether or not it is worth checking the pockets. I thought about just throwing the pants away without looking, and in hind sight that would have been the thing to do, however, my curiosity got the best of me, I had to look. As I stuck my hand slowly in the first pocket I felt something cold, damp and somewhat stiff, I thought it might be a short piece of cord or rope. As I pulled it out I jumped back and dropped a dead eight inch long snake on the floor, a snake, one of my biggest fears. At this point I thought to my self, do you really want to even look in the other pocket, but again, I couldn't resist the temptation. I again slowly slid my hand in the pocket, didn't feel anything at first but the smell got stronger. I closed my eyes, held my breath and slid my hand further in. Before I could stop myself I found my hand in a slimy goo that made me shutter before I even pulled my hand out. I wondered for a short time if it was worth taking my hand out or just leave it till people started to ask questions, but I did it. I pulled it out and found that I had stuck my hand in a pocket full of dead half decade pollywogs.
Needless to say after all that I went through, I threw the pants in the garbage.
© 2007 Albert Jensen - 6/19/07
At the conclusion of a family outing in the mountains of northern Utah we returned home to unpack and return to normal. I took all the sleeping bags tents and other supply and packed them away for the next trip. All the dirty cloths, dishes and house hold items were taken inside and placed out of the way until the time when I would have enough energy to take care of the mess.
After two days of putting the laundry on hold I couldn't take it any longer. When I opened the door to the laundry room I was overcome with an odor that to this day can't be described. I could smell the smoke from the camp fire, and the slight odor of fish from the kids wiping their hands on their pants. But there was something different, something more offensive then anything I have ever smelled before. As I went through the laundry and moved things around it got stronger, I came across a pair of my youngest boy's jeans and was set back even more then when I first opened the door. I found it. The source of the smell. Now all I have to decide is whether or not it is worth checking the pockets. I thought about just throwing the pants away without looking, and in hind sight that would have been the thing to do, however, my curiosity got the best of me, I had to look. As I stuck my hand slowly in the first pocket I felt something cold, damp and somewhat stiff, I thought it might be a short piece of cord or rope. As I pulled it out I jumped back and dropped a dead eight inch long snake on the floor, a snake, one of my biggest fears. At this point I thought to my self, do you really want to even look in the other pocket, but again, I couldn't resist the temptation. I again slowly slid my hand in the pocket, didn't feel anything at first but the smell got stronger. I closed my eyes, held my breath and slid my hand further in. Before I could stop myself I found my hand in a slimy goo that made me shutter before I even pulled my hand out. I wondered for a short time if it was worth taking my hand out or just leave it till people started to ask questions, but I did it. I pulled it out and found that I had stuck my hand in a pocket full of dead half decade pollywogs.
Needless to say after all that I went through, I threw the pants in the garbage.
© 2007 Albert Jensen - 6/19/07
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tag This
A: The rules of the game are posted at the beginning.
B: Each player answers the questions about themselves.
C: At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
#1 What was I doing 10 years ago? I was working for Niederhauser Metal Works, in a dead end job.
#2 Things on my To-Do List today: Start a "To-Do List".
#3 What would I do if I were suddenly a Billionaire: Shit myself.
#4 Bad Habits: How many characters can I use on this thing? I don't know if there is enough room to list it all out. I spend way too much money. I give in way too easy to sob stories. I find myself caring about things that shouldn't matter. I chew my toenails while I watch TV. I would like to think that I could do that thing the elk on my page can do and make it a bad habit...........Does that count?
#5 Places I have lived: Salt Lake City, West Valley City, Cedar City, Magna, Utah. Pyallup, Washington. Las Vegas, Nevada.
#6 Jobs I have had: Reams, Swen's Schwinn, Stott Inc, SME, Mark Steel, Niederhauser, Southwest Steel, Steel Structures.
#7 Things that people don't know about me: I have three testicles, I can drink beer while standing on my head and I can scratch myself with my antlers.
I tag Donna, Jodi and Kjerstine
B: Each player answers the questions about themselves.
C: At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
#1 What was I doing 10 years ago? I was working for Niederhauser Metal Works, in a dead end job.
#2 Things on my To-Do List today: Start a "To-Do List".
#3 What would I do if I were suddenly a Billionaire: Shit myself.
#4 Bad Habits: How many characters can I use on this thing? I don't know if there is enough room to list it all out. I spend way too much money. I give in way too easy to sob stories. I find myself caring about things that shouldn't matter. I chew my toenails while I watch TV. I would like to think that I could do that thing the elk on my page can do and make it a bad habit...........Does that count?
#5 Places I have lived: Salt Lake City, West Valley City, Cedar City, Magna, Utah. Pyallup, Washington. Las Vegas, Nevada.
#6 Jobs I have had: Reams, Swen's Schwinn, Stott Inc, SME, Mark Steel, Niederhauser, Southwest Steel, Steel Structures.
#7 Things that people don't know about me: I have three testicles, I can drink beer while standing on my head and I can scratch myself with my antlers.
I tag Donna, Jodi and Kjerstine
Monday, March 24, 2008
Short Intro About Me
I am some-what new to "blogging" but I love to write. I never knew that I could write until just a short time ago. I have written several short stories and some poems. I will pick some of them and add them here and there or just come up with some new stuff. I like to write about my kids, they give me allot of inspiration, some of it may not be good inspiration, but they give me allot of it.
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