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Ode To An Oak Tree
By Jim Mullen
Standing stately on greenback hill
Among the yellow daffodil,
An oak tree sways its country charm,
Guarding a run-down rustic farm.
There I grew from lad to man
And crafted every special plan,
Lying under that massive tree
That fed my thoughts and nurtured me.
I heard the whisper of quaking leaves
Passing secrets to every breeze,
Made friends with nature, earth and sky..
Saw laughing spring, heard summer cry.
From autumn red to winter white,
At sacred dawn and secret night,
We welcomed rain and tasted snow
And watched the honeysuckle grow.
I learned enough of nature’s law
To know the freeze will always thaw.
There’s time to rest and time to fly,
A time to live, a time to die.
When clouds are set and rain must fall,
It doesn’t matter much at all,
If mood is gloom like darkest night,
A little time will glean the light.
I learned of life in nature’s field
And saw how wounds were quickly healed.
But when unfurled, that final scroll
Gives our rewards and takes its toll.
That oak tree calls me, still today,
To share my thoughts and drift away,
On white clouds piled to Heaven’s door.
An oarsman bid to come ashore.
I think when life has passed from me
There is no place I’d rather be,
Than buried ‘neath that tall oak tree
To feed the one who nurtured me.
To a Teacher
By Jim Mullen
Children look with wonderment at the world beyond the mere reflection of their own environment.
They reach eagerly to grasp the caring hands of those who teach.
A teacher lights a candle in the darkness, glowing for a lifetime in the minds of children.
They will forever use the tools given to them - and remember the confidence instilled in them -by the encouraging words of a teacher.
The teacher leaves a legacy, forming a nexus from generation to generation. They prepare each for life's journey by expanding the minds and the entire world of children.
Because you care...because you teach...people look at the world through softer, wiser eyes.
OLD AGE
By Jim Mullen
It must have been last night, when I grew old
This morning in the mirror, I saw this image unfold.
First I thought, “It’s the mirror”, but to my chagrin
Saw crows’ feet, wrinkles and sags in my skin.
‘Course I’ve noticed lately, some other signs,
With every “git-up” my “git-up” declines.
My body I’ve observed, is misfitted and bent.
Vision’s all fuzzy, I read with a squint.
Hair is graying, and getting thin on top.
The spirit says go, but the body yells stop.
Chest muscles slipped and fell to my waist.
Joints are all rusty and teeth need replaced.
Yesterday, I was young with a mind that could think,
Looked life in the eye and would never blink,
Attacked life with a bounce and flying wits,
Now, just tying my shoes gives me awful fits.
I walk in the kitchen, look around in despair,
Forget what I wanted, just stand there and stare.
And sex...I hate to tell you how hard that’s grown
It’s easier now, to just hold hands, and moan.
That candle of time I’ve burned at both ends…
Sometimes in the middle, but you know what, friends?
If I could do it all over, I’d change just two things…
Take better care of my body and have a few more flings
Now, I know age, is a relative theme
But a good night’s sleep and a steady stream
Are two things that would make me brim.
Oh, and Lord, could you throw in a good BM?

Do not expect them to stay moral and lose their lives for the purpose of becoming the fodder of the immoral. Do not expect them to produce when production is punished and looting rewarded. Do not ask, 'Who is destroying the world?' You are" -- Ayn Rand.For the greatest political speech in history
Ronald Reagan, 1964
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yt1fYSAChxs
For more Reagan Speeches
Ronald Reagan Video on socialized medicine from 1950's
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Charlton Heston's speech
"...From my cold dead hands..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ju4Gla2odw
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Judge Andrew Napolitano

on Natural Rights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7n2m-X7OIuY
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Ronald Reagan Quotes

Obama videos
"Electric prices would necessary skyrocket"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNSZ62xiD4M
Obama video on "Spreading the wealth around"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoqI5PSRcXM
Obama and Acorn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFSY2dnTSZQ&feature=player_embedded
Flip Flops
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbRRd1tWbKo
Gun Control Treaty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9X2VbhSH9o
Shocking confession
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0DrXEFZSZk&NR=1
Public Option Will Destroy Private Insurance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-bY92mcOdk&feature=PlayList&p=0E44EE926E18B358&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=79
By Jim Mullen
Heavy breath of noon-day
slows as evening calls
Today’s gasp is shallow
Another night befalls.
A silver slice of moon
Reclines in graying sky
Just waking up in time
to bid the sun good-bye.
That disappearing sun
Because he hurried so
Dropped some precious gold-dust
In water here below.
Wavering crested waves
Lift colors from the flow
Roll them in sheaves of gold
To set the bank aglow.
Two robins take to flight
Express their last adieus
Skimming cross the water
Dispatching evening news.
Shadows fall from treetops
And spatter on the ground
Weave a web of darkness
Till’ all the night is bound.
Strains of tiny creatures
Erupt in song of night
Fireflies lighted candles
Flicker in dimming light.
Each creature takes its place
Almost like they rehearse
Things are right till morning
Then all the roles reverse.
At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month - World War I, the first modern war, was over. It was called Armistice Day until changed to become VETERAN"S DAY. Please pause awhile to reflect....
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains to this day one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915. Here is the story of the making of that poem:
Although he had been a doctor for years and had served in the South African War, it was impossible to get used to the suffering, the screams, and the blood here, and Major John McCrae had seen and heard enough in his dressing station to last him a lifetime.
As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major McCrae, who had joined the McGill faculty in 1900 after graduating from the University of Toronto, had spent seventeen days treating injured men -- Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans -- in the Ypres salient.
It had been an ordeal that he had hardly thought possible. McCrae later wrote of it:
"I wish I could embody on paper some of the varied sensations of that seventeen days.... Seventeen days of Hades! At the end of the first day if anyone had told us we had to spend seventeen days there, we would have folded our hands and said it could not have been done."
One death particularly affected McCrae. A young friend and former student, Lieut.. Alexis Helmer of Ottawa, had been killed by a shell burst on 2 May 1915. Lieutenant Helmer was buried later that day in the little cemetery outside McCrae's dressing station, and McCrae had performed the funeral ceremony in the absence of the chaplain.
The next day, sitting on the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Canal de l'Yser, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, McCrae vented his anguish by composing a poem. The major was no stranger to writing, having authored several medical texts besides dabbling in poetry.
In the nearby cemetery, McCrae could see the wild poppies that sprang up in the ditches in that part of Europe, and he spent twenty minutes of precious rest time scribbling fifteen lines of verse in a notebook.
A young soldier watched him write it. Cyril Allinson, a twenty-two year old sergeant-major, was delivering mail that day when he spotted McCrae. The major looked up as Allinson approached, then went on writing while the sergeant-major stood there quietly. "His face was very tired but calm as we wrote," Allinson recalled. "He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer's grave."
When McCrae finished five minutes later, he took his mail from Allinson and, without saying a word, handed his pad to the young NCO. Allinson was moved by what he read:
"The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene."
In fact, it was very nearly not published. Dissatisfied with it, McCrae tossed the poem away, but a fellow officer retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England. The Spectator, in London, rejected it, but Punch published it on 8 December 1915.
Obama's ludicrous
comparison of OWS
with the Tea Party movement
President Barack Obama, and his comrade, the not-so-eloquent, Joe “the Bumbler,” Biden, joined other left-wing Democrats in a ludicrous comparison between the Occupy Wall Street hoodlums and the Tea Party movement. One should find this an interesting and puzzling analogy for the country’s top two office holders.
In a country founded on Constitutional principles of limited federal government this administration and the Democratic Party aligns itself with radical anarchists, Marxists, and admitted communists. Their vocal approval places them in lockstep with a lawless group espousing destruction of an economic and political system the world envied and held in awe for centuries. It is assuredly a system rewarding its people when they avail themselves of the opportunity for success.
Incredibly, this President is advocating in the strongest terms, destruction of the nation’s deeply held beliefs in freedom to pursue happiness and wealth using the free-enterprise system.
The American people hear their own leaders draw a parallel or real-life connection between mobs of rioters and the Tea Party movement. A movement advocating a return to constitutionally mandated limited government, reduced spending, and lower taxes. Furthermore, they demand freedom from an ever-expanding tyrannical government. Most Tea Party members believe in a stronger free-enterprise system that operates with less interference from Washington.
Conversely, the Occupy Wall Street movement abhors the U. S. Constitution, wants federal control of all businesses, increased spending and taxes, and demands governmental control and redistribution of income and wealth, or Social Justice. To them, entrepreneurship, and capitalism are mortal enemies of “the people” and they advocate strongly for its destruction.
In a strange twist of irony, Barack Obama and the Democrats led the staged bailouts of Wall Street and the corporations. If not invented by Obama, his Crony Capitalism certainly refined it to new purity in the last three years. It begins and ends with millions of dollars sliding between greasy palms and essentially begs government to pick winners and demean losers in the marketplace. Obama’s feigned revulsion of Wall Street belies the record contributions he collected from his Wall Street cronies - against whom the OWS groups are wailing.
The Tea Party demonstrators marched peacefully, carrying signs clearly outlining their demands for a return to constitutional principles. They registered disgust with the unconstitutional bailouts of selected corporations and banking institutions. Additionally, they protested enslavement of our country by the huge deficit spending programs.
The useful idiots of organized labor and the avowed Marxists and communists spout their corrupt ideas and ideals from tents pitched on private and public property. Numbers swell daily from the ranks of perverts, sex offenders and other losers drawn from the dregs of society.
These repugnant groups highlight their class and intelligence by defecating and urinating on police cars, the U. S. flag, and on public streets. The world is their garbage can and personal toilet. Rape, pillaging, burning, and interruption of commerce are commonplace in many of the OWS groups. The rage reflected in the faces of these crowds is not sorrow for a loss of freedom, but rather, fury at freedom itself.
Conversely, the Tea Parties return areas cleaner than they find them, and for the most part police their own ranks and disavow kooks and fringe elements. Moreover, their ranks deeply mourn the loss of liberty.
Although the targets of the radical’s rage are against all of the successful, the producers, and the job creators; Jews are the bulls-eyes. The anti-Semitism is rampant in the midst of these protests and sounds eerily similar to the same vile, hate-filled rhetoric that swept Europe and the United States in the 1930’s. The President’s daily rants about the evil rich help feed this sentiment.
The Tea Parties, accused by Democrats of being racist because of their opposition to Barack Obama’s policies, are big supporters of black conservative politicians and writers. Meanwhile, black Democrats like Maxine Walters disparage and manifest their contempt by calling black conservatives, Oreos. Others spout conservative blacks have “lost their identities.” Liberals expose their racist fangs every time they contemptibly accuse black conservatives of “acting white.” If “acting white” is bad in the feeble mind of Maxine Walters, how bad is “being white?” Her bellowing for the Tea Party to go to hell and calling them racists, tell us all we need to know.
The liberal media adopts this band of no-hopers as they do every left-wing group and every Marxist idea. Each story places a positive spin by casting these mobs in the roles as victims of freedom and loveable-losers in life’s lottery, not as the losers they are. They refer to them as peaceful demonstrators instead of rioters, while Tea Partiers suffer demonization and derision with nearly every report painting them as radical extremists.
This administration and their fellow Democrats use the OWS protests to deflect criticism and cast blame for the failure of their big-government programs. Economically unsophisticated and uneducated protesters are unaware their real enemies are in the White House and Congress.
Obama and his “tax-paying-challenged”, Treasury Secretary, Timothy Geithner, demanded bailouts of Wall Street, financial institutions, and corporations.
When Democrats took control of Congress January 4, 2007, the national debt stood at $8.67 trillion. It now stands near $15 trillion. Unemployment was 4.6%; it is now over 9%. The Republican-led House of Representatives passes jobs bills and they remain in Harry Reid’s big, ho-hum basket. The enemies to job creation are obvious.
The rioter’s rant of “corporate and personal greed” is laughable. These losers want a seat at America’s buffet and learned from early childhood an entitlement to anything that others have earned. Their incessant whining about their own shortcomings and then clambering for the income and wealth of others is the very epitome of greed. An ideology of victimhood and small-minded bitterness drives these people, fueled and sparked by a lifetime indoctrination to place all their eggs in mega-government’s basket.
When these OWS groups stand at the bottom of life’s ladder, looking upward at those who worked hard, made good decisions, and climbed to the height of their abilities, they feel nothing but envy and hatred. It’s easier for losers to ask Daddy Government for food, clothing, shelter, and education, and Nanny Government to kiss their booboos and tell them how wonderful they are. It is time for Daddy and Nanny to declare, “The free ride is over.” Now is the time for an attitude adjustment. Get out, get to work, and personally experience the joys and hardships of life; in other words, grow up. Wasting time standing on the street corner of life with your hand out, doesn’t make one worthy, it makes one a leech on the back of society.
Jim Mullen
http://www.examiner.com/x-54993-Parkersburg-Conservative-Examiner