Thanks to our veterans, there will be plenty of time to disagree tomorrow

Important words about our vets from Ned Hickson

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Driving to work this morning, talk radio stations were full of the continuing discussion and debate over the elections. Hosts grilled pollsters, questioned campaign strategists and analysts. Guests expressed their exuberance or dismay over the results. Prognosticators made predictions ranging from whimsy to woe.

As I listened, I noticed one topic that was missing from today’s discussion table:

Veterans.

Without the fundamental right we have as a Democracy to vote, there would be no election to discuss — and without the service and sacrifice of others in defense of our nation, there would be no Democracy to afford us that precious right to vote. 

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What Now?

Well said!

Chartwell West

I’m not a liberal. I’m not a safe space, social crusader. I’m not a sore loser who can’t get over the fact that Hillary Clinton wasn’t elected president. The notion that I had to put what lukewarm support I had for a candidate behind her was a source of great frustration for me. I am, at my very core, someone with conservative foundations. I believe that men and women, whenever possible, should be free to live their lives without government intervention. My family and my Christian faith are the center of my life. I like my guns. Chances are, I’m better than you at using them. I’ve worked with and for the toughest most dangerous men on the planet-men you’ve read books about, men you’ve seen movies about. I’ll never claim to be one. But I’ve proven myself useful in their presence. I share this with you so you understand…

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12 things your grandparents said…

What kind of things did your grandparents say?

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

From the archives – December 2014:

old age by CecigianWhen you are very young, forty seems ancient and grandparents are, of course, so old they are practically another species. Like dinosaurs…almost- but-not-quite extinct and very much at home in museums. Their homes bear the traces of a ‘bygone era’…you know, a whole twenty years ago… and it is impossible to imagine yourself walking in their shoes. Not that you would be seen dead in them…

I clearly remember my own feeling of awe when my mother reached the venerable age of thirty. I was already pretty much grown up… in my own eyes at least… and could barely conceive of a time when I would be that old. These days, of course, thirty is a spring chicken and even my grandparents would have been younger then than I am now. I remember too some years later when my great grandmother, well into…

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Anchor

A lovely poem from SilentlyHeardOnce

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we hear the screams of pain. . .
shouting around the world. . .
protesting evil, protesting hate. . .


quiet down, look within. . .
find serenity, find peace. . .
feed  its goodness to the universe. . .
heal the wounds of humanity. . .

because they don’t see. . .
they don’t know. . .
they couldn’t hear. . .
or they just choose to ignore. . .

but we. . .
we  must trust. . .
fate, karma and love. . .
to be our anchor. . .
in this turbulent sea. . .
of  uncertainty. . .

on this mysterious voyage. . .
traveling in the dark. . .
under the twinkle, twinkle. . .
little star wondering,  wishing. . .
for love’s mighty power to conquer. . .
tolerance and peace. . .

Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 11/11/16

Thanks for…

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