Sergeant York the Anti Obama Czar: How Do I Feel About Obama's Health Care Plan?

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How Do I Feel About Obama's Health Care Plan?

I didn't speak up enough against the government bailouts of the banking and automotive industries. Furthermore, I wasn't paying as much attention (as was the case for millions of Americans) when the laws allowing outsourcing were being passed. I'm not making the same mistake this time. I also agree that the healthcare system is broken and needs repair, and that there must be a better system out there, all we have to do is find it. And I'm not just bashing Obama for the sake of bashing him.. But this idea is not a good one! . As far as the privatization of Social Security,..bad idea again. Thankfully it was defeated.

It is amazing to me at the total ignorance of some Americans. We have foreign countries telling us and telling Obama that America does not want socialized medicine. I saw a a post on another blog from someone from the UK telling us we do not want socialized medicine and yet I am totally disgusted by the lack of knowledge the people who have posted comments on some of the blogs that I read . I suggest you talk to a Vet! Ask one of them what kind of care is given to them at a GOVERNMENT RUN MEDICAL FACILITY

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I AM A SOLDIER.

My blood permeates the soil of many countries.

I have gasped my last breath on many a desolate stretch of beach.

For you...all of you, the children who play in the parks, the mothers who watch over them,
the fathers who struggle to sustain them.

There are those here who have belittled and reviled me, who have made a mockery of me and what I stand for.

You, also, have I suffered and died for.

I withstood heat, insects and disease so the right to dissent would be yours.

I endured the pain and terror of battle and the maiming of my body to ensure that you might worship as you please.

I died in agony in order that you, no matter who or what you are, have the freedom to choose your own destinies.

AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN because I believe in the ideals that made this country what it is today...FREE.

I love her with a deep and abiding love that transcends mere physical pain.

I AM A SOLDIER.

Pray that I will always be there, for if I disappear from this country, so will you.

Who are veterans? Where do they come from? A dictionary says a veteran is a person who has been in the Armed Forces. But is that simple? I say NO it isn't! I look at our flag to find the answer.
The RED Stripes stand for the courage and blood shed by the millions of our veterans protecting our country, our flag, and others' freedom. The WHITE Stripes stands for loyalty to our country, family, friends, and their fellow veterans. The BLUE field with 50 white stars on it, I see 50 states formed into a union. Where all veterans come from; the rich and poor, all races, religions, and creeds.

Who Is A Vet?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.

Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg ~ or perhaps another sort of inner steel... the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.

Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.

You can't tell a vet just by looking.

What is a vet?

He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another or didn't come back AT ALL.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket ~palsied now and aggravatingly slow who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wished all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being, a person who offered some of this life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say, "Thank you!" That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU.