FREEDOM'S VIGIL: Mommy's Boy Obama has been caught - videotaped, no less - with his hand in the terrorist cookie jar again. It happened when he attended a dinner-party in 2003 to honor, repeat, honor, the spokesman for the Palestine Liberation Organization, the PLO, which is a terrorist organization that has taken the lives and limbs of many Americans and Jews. The terrorist spokesman was Rashid Khalid, and he was such a good friend of the Obamas that he used to baby-sit their children. Also attending the dinner-party were two other terrorists who had used bombs to kill Americans in America, including two policemen in Boston. These two terrorists were Obama's friends, Bill Ayers and his wife, Bernadette Dohrn. Later in the dinner, the PLO terrorist was toasted. If it has friends who are terrorists; if it goes to dinner-parties for terrorists; if it toasts terrorists; then it must be a terrorist or at least a terrorist-lover. So what say you, Obama? Or do we care what he says since actions speak louder ( and more true ) than words? The "Los Angeles Times"has the videotape of Mommy's Boy Obama attending this dinner-party for a terrorist. But they don't want to make it public. You, honored reader, need to do what you can to demand that the newspaper release the video. At least talk it up to everyone you speak with. The grass-roots is going to have to win this election because McCain has not shown any intensity until the very end of the election.
Remember, "Crazies on the left, and wimps on the right." Give yourself permission not to be a crazy or not to be a wimp. Be rational and bold too. Vote for Jon, The Patriot. No votes for terrorists or terrorist-lovers!
THE BLACK PANTHER STORY: One Saturday night toward the end of December, Jon and I got a motel room in Perry, Florida so we could hunt the next day at the hunt club.
We did not sleep well and did not get up early to go hunting. While Jon slept, I decided to partake of the "free" breakfast at the motel. While there, I started a conversation with a very attractive and shapely blond. Her high cheekbones reminded me of an old girlfriend in Virginia, Melissa Ware, who was part Indian. I learned that this young woman was from Colorado and with her family was visiting her father's relatives in Perry. Her mother, who was from France, had tried to live in Perry after she married, but was unable to adjust to Florida's stifling heat and oppressive humidity. Her husband and she had moved to Colorado. By now, I was asking almost everyone I met if they had seen a black panther and was very surprised when the Rocky Mountain beauty replied, "My father showed us one yesterday. We were coming back from St. Marks and Tallahassee. It was dead on the side of the road. Let me get my sister to go back to the room and ask my father where it was."
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