It never seems to change, every week the Republicans make a stand on an issue, the Republican Nominee, Mitt Romney has a different position. This week, the hot topic is foreign policy. Most of the hardliners on the right are for war with Iran, they seem to think bombing Iran will solve the problem of Iran acquiring a nuclear weapon.
Nobody who decides these issues takes into consideration the cost of a war, the blood, money and not to mention the ever so important deficit the right wing fiscal hawks are always talking about.
I was wondering, which one of Mitt's sons will sign up for service? how many Senators sons and congressman sons and daughters will be on the front line taking on fire like my son was.
Everybody wants to see a fight, but nobody wants to be in that fight themselves. It's so easy to send kids you don't know overseas to die.
Personally I think it should be mandatory that if you sit in Congress or the Senate, your children, if you vote for war, your sons and daughters should be the first to ship out, lets see how many wars we get into after that.
Democrats should be in the same boat, there are a few war hawks on the left as well.
I don't believe in starting fights, I do believe in finishing them, and when I say finish, I mean finish, to the last person who attacks our interests, I believe in equal rights for woman, here as well as abroad.
There's no reason to drop the hammer on the enemy and not let it complete the job, now that might sound harsh, I'll tell you what sounds worst, millions of our boys and girls being slowly finished off because we're afraid of colaterial damage, what's my response to that?, better them, then us!
Growing up I wasn't much of a fighter until I reached the age of 15, before that I got kicked around a bit.
My older brother was my biggest problem, it wasn't until I made a trip to the south, without any family protection I figured out I could fight, and fight well.
My mother came to visit me while I was still attending school in the south and the morning she was to fly back to Boston, she made my lunch for me, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a sandwich only mother could make the right way. That day, while opening my little brown bag, a kid snatched it right from under my nose, I lost it, needless to say, the next thing I knew I was sitting in the principals office with blood all over my cloths and it wasn't my blood.
From that day forward ( like that word,.. forward) anyway from then on, I had no problem defending myself. I even started a couple of fights, fights with kids back in Boston that use to kick me around, I payed each and everyone of them a visit.
So!, the moral to the story is this, don't start anything you can't and are not willing to finish, completely finish.
Nobody who decides these issues takes into consideration the cost of a war, the blood, money and not to mention the ever so important deficit the right wing fiscal hawks are always talking about.
I was wondering, which one of Mitt's sons will sign up for service? how many Senators sons and congressman sons and daughters will be on the front line taking on fire like my son was.
Everybody wants to see a fight, but nobody wants to be in that fight themselves. It's so easy to send kids you don't know overseas to die.
Personally I think it should be mandatory that if you sit in Congress or the Senate, your children, if you vote for war, your sons and daughters should be the first to ship out, lets see how many wars we get into after that.
Democrats should be in the same boat, there are a few war hawks on the left as well.
I don't believe in starting fights, I do believe in finishing them, and when I say finish, I mean finish, to the last person who attacks our interests, I believe in equal rights for woman, here as well as abroad.
There's no reason to drop the hammer on the enemy and not let it complete the job, now that might sound harsh, I'll tell you what sounds worst, millions of our boys and girls being slowly finished off because we're afraid of colaterial damage, what's my response to that?, better them, then us!
Growing up I wasn't much of a fighter until I reached the age of 15, before that I got kicked around a bit.
My older brother was my biggest problem, it wasn't until I made a trip to the south, without any family protection I figured out I could fight, and fight well.
My mother came to visit me while I was still attending school in the south and the morning she was to fly back to Boston, she made my lunch for me, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a sandwich only mother could make the right way. That day, while opening my little brown bag, a kid snatched it right from under my nose, I lost it, needless to say, the next thing I knew I was sitting in the principals office with blood all over my cloths and it wasn't my blood.
From that day forward ( like that word,.. forward) anyway from then on, I had no problem defending myself. I even started a couple of fights, fights with kids back in Boston that use to kick me around, I payed each and everyone of them a visit.
So!, the moral to the story is this, don't start anything you can't and are not willing to finish, completely finish.
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