MY APOLOGIES TO MARY TILLMAN

Hurrah for the Red, White & Blue! Experiencing once again the broad grin, the square jaw, the unwavering leadership of certainty, firmly grasping the situation, seizing the initiative, AND armed to the teeth with supportive subordinates whose noses had been thoroughly whitewashed with baby wipes -- shared no doubt, in keeping with the down sizing philosophy of their boss, the King of Military Farce was back on stage.

I don't know about you, but I got that old cozy, warm & fuzzy feeling, like right after someone does me in the, well you know. Listening to the reassurance of such a competent leader as Donald Rumsfeld ascend the throne of power once again, was an oozing flashback to the days of stand up at the Pentagon.

Now we know without a shadow of a doubt that "I know I would not engage in a cover-up," has it's roots in the plagiarism of: "I'm not a crook." There could be no finer reincarnation, unless one observed the aromatic functions of a bathroom. For some there is no shame, but Done, I say, and again I say, I am done!

I've never been much of a sports fan. However, I do know about all the ones who've had a movie made about their lives. You know, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Shoeless Joe in Field of Dreams, & that Invincible guy with the Giants girlfriend, -- all those famous ones.

Now there seems to be fewer sports movies, or is it fewer good sportsmen. There is one, however, who I know even without the movie, and his mother, his family and his fellow countrymen deserve a whole lot better, than the foul smelling fumble they've been passed.

If you've found my thoughts a wee bit gross, just remember I had to play the hand I was dealt: Donny Darke, The Enforcer & last but still least, the Decider & Chief, brought to you by, Enron the Super Con and Halliburton's The Joke's on us!

If you've found me funny, well you must have died laughing at the Warren Commission Report. But you may lose your smile when you smell the pile and realize what you've stepped in.

There are few true American Heroes these days of America's Dark Ages, few who optimize the dignity & integrity that was once ours, few whose beacon of patriotism blinds those who cower in the shadows of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Hope in our national recovery is reinvigorated because a man named Pat Tillman reminded us of what we are capable of and can be again -- not because "friendly fire" took him, nor because the four horsemen used him for a poster boy. No, it was because exercising his own free will, he chose to give up so much, to be of service to a government, who on its best day, couldn't possibly live up to his standard of Patriotism. Because of Pat Tillman, we can all say with pride again, I Am An American!!!

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