***Oh, but I thought it was the Tea Partiers who were violent??
Just a cursory stroll through her blog site will highlight her utter hypocrisy.
***Check out Ann Coulter's latest column, "You don't have to be crazy to be a Democrat, but it helps!." She goes through some of the crazies on the Left...and boy, there are a bunch of 'em...
We've got Massachusetts Rep. Barney Frank, who personally presided over the housing crash after getting that gay prostitution business behind him. Of course, Frank's actions are nothing compared to Republican Senate candidate Rand Paul's alleged participation in a college prank. Now, THERE'S a scandal!
***Check out this story! A guy called Rush Limbaugh's show and related how a story Rush told 10 years ago about not giving up (the shopping cart story) inspired him to start and grow a business. The American dream is not dead, and this Tuesday we get the chance to make sure the Democrats don't continue to try to kill it.
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His Mysterious Ways
submitted by Bob Robison
Jobs were hard to find in New York City in 1930. Just 19, I was fresh off the boat from Sweden and didnt speak any English.
When I'd boarded the train in my hometown of Karlskrona, Sweden, a woman next to me had asked, Where are you going?
America, I said. To make a new start.
My cousin Lars works in New York City, she informed me. At the Steinway piano factory. Look him up when you get there. She wrote on a piece of paper, handed it to me and said, God be with you.
It was a sweltering New York day when I set out in search of the factory. I had no idea where it was. I wandered the city for hours, showing people that scrap of paper, which bore four words: Lars Olsen-Steinway Piano. Nobody was able to help me.
I was disappointed, and so tired. When I saw a parked car I opened the door and slid into the front seat. Where I was from anyone could rest in someone elses wagon or cart. I hoped the same was true here.
I soon fell asleep, but was jolted awake by the blast of a whistle. Workmen streamed out of a nearby building. One of the yelled at me, in English. What is he so upset about? I answered instinctively in Swedish that I was sorry. Amazingly, he responded in Swedish, What are you doing in my car? I explained, then showed him that piece of paper. The man smiled. He said the whistle I had heard announced the end of the workday at Steinway & Sons. Then he walked me around the corner and introduced me to someone who got me a job as a painter.
By now youve probably guessed. The man who owned the car was Lars Olsen.
Author, A. Samuel Mattson, Cheshire, Connecticut
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