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Somewhere around 40 Palestinians have been killed in the fighting over the last few days. How many more need to die before Israel is satisfied? How long will the U.S. sit on its hands and look the other way?

Imagine if Mitt Romney were president right now. He would be offering troops and air support.

Do anything you can, do everything you can – though there is nothing we can do.

I’ve been searching for petitions to sign to ease my conscience, to reassure myself that there are others outraged by what’s going on in Gaza right now. The heart-break is too much.

And while the world takes sides, our most naive hopes are the most sincere. I certainly don’t wish for Israel to fail – but I also certainly weep for Palestine.

There are two people going after one another. You see one throwing stones while they try not…

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My name is Palestine

My name is Palestine, I have been under occupation since 1948. Since then, my people have been killed everyday. From unborn children being ripped out of pregnant women, to the elders being dragged out of their homes, beaten up brutally, knocked down on their knees and lined up to be killed. Mothers lose their children everyday, wives are left widowed and children are left orphans. My people live i

n fear everyday, knowing that any minute, their front door will be kicked down by Israeli soldiers and will be shot down one by one. Knowing that their children, mothers and fathers may never return home due to being killed by the Zionists.

My children are seen as terrorists because they throw stones at the Zionists tanks and drones. The media has made me look like a terrorist state and my people as the enemy. The media makes Zionists look like the victim. The media makes it look okay for an illegal state under the International Law to take over the home of innocents.

My name is Palestine. I exist. My people exist. And though I don’t exist in the media’s and Zionists eyes, though I don’t exist on the map, I exist in the heart of millions around the world.

Vietnam Vet

I know this is late but I wanted to say how awesome you war Vets are. Especially my neighbor. 
He’s a Vietnam veteran, a cute old Mexican man. He waves to me when I get mail, and his wife hugs me to the point of no breathing. He shared with me a few stories from being on the front lines of Vietnam. He told me that it was hell. It made him lose himself. He fought next to the “white men.” Who, during the war, would line up the Mexican soldiers and pretty much anyone who wasn’t white at gunpoint. Making them die for nothing. Or putting them to die first in combat because they were too chicken to go all together as one. Can you believe this? They were all fighting for the same cause. Yet racism and prejudice still thrived. I asked him how they dealt with the soldiers after they came back. He told me they had a special electric bed in which would shock any man to the point of memory loss. This was the remedy he said, he chose no to do that. Instead switched to drugs to make him forget the horror. 
After coming back to America he chose to get rid of the his old habits, and get clean. 
He and his wife are now ministers for imprisoned youth. 

Story short, he spared me aome of the morbid details. I’m out of words for this man, this couple. 

Happy Veteran’s Day. In GOD we trust.

Great Story for the day!


The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small,
uninhabited island.   He prayed feverishly for God to rescue
him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none
seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of
driftwood to protect himself from the elements and to store his
few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to
find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was lost.

He was stunned with grief and anger.

“God, how could you do this to me?”  He cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a
ship that was approaching the island.  It had come to rescue

“How did you know I was here?”
asked the weary man of his rescuers.

“We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going bad.
But we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our
lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground it
just may be a smoke signal that summons the grace of God.

~Author Unknown~