Shoe Bomber

 I haven’t posted an e-mail in a very long time but feel that this needs to be read by people.  So here it is!


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Remember the guy who got on a plane with a bomb built into his shoe and tried to light it?


 Did you know his trial is over?
 Did you know he was sentenced?
 Did you see/hear any of the judge’s comments on TV or Radio?

 I didn’t think so!!!

Everyone should hear what the judge had to say.  Why wasn’t it big news on the media?



  Ruling by Judge William Young, US District Court.

Prior to sentencing, the Judge asked the defendant if he had anything to say.  His response: After admitting his guilt to the court for the record, Reid also admitted his ‘allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to the religion of Allah,’ defiantly stating, ‘I think I will not apologize for my actions,’ and told the court ‘I am at war with your country.’

Judge Young then delivered the statement quoted below:

January 30, 2003, United States vs. Reid.  

Judge Young:   ‘Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you.

On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the  United States Attorney General.  On counts 2, 3, 4and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutively.  (That’s 80 years.)

On count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years again, to be served consecutively to the 80 years just imposed.  The Court imposes upon you for each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 that’s an aggregate fine of $2 million.  The Court accepts the government’s recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines.

The Court imposes upon you an $800 special assessment. The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need go no further.

This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes.  It is a fair and just sentence.  It is a righteous sentence.

Now, let me explain this to you.  We are not afraid of you or any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid.  We are Americans.  We have been through the fire before.  There is too much war talk here and I say that to everyone with the utmost respect.  Here in this court, we deal with individuals as individuals and care for individuals as individuals.  As human beings, we reach out for justice.

You are not an enemy combatant.  You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war.  You are a terrorist.  To give you that reference, to call you a soldier, gives you far too much stature. Whether the officers of government do it or your attorney does it, or if you think you are a soldier, you are not—- you are a terrorist.  And we do not negotiate with terrorists.  We do not meet with terrorists.  We do not sign documents with terrorists.  We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.

So war talk is way out of line in this court.  You are a big fellow. But you are not that big..  You’re no warrior.  I’ve known warriors. You are a terrorist.  A species of criminal that is guilty of multiple attempted murders.  In a very real sense, State Trooper Santiago had it right when you first were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and the TV crews were, and he said: ‘You’re no big deal.’

You are no big deal.

What your able counsel and what the equally able  United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific.  What was it that led you here to this courtroom today?

I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing?  And, I have an answer for you.  It may not satisfy you, but as I search this entire record, it comes as close to understanding as I know.

It seems to me you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom.  Our individual freedom.  Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose.  Here, in this society, the very wind carries freedom.  It carries it everywhere from sea to shining sea.  It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom, so that everyone can see, truly see, that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely.  It is for freedom’s sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf, have filed appeals, will go on in their representation of you before other judges.

We Americans are all about freedom.  Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties.  Make no mistake though..  It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms.  Look around this courtroom.  Mark it well.  The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here.  The day after tomorrow, it will be forgotten, but this, however, will long endure.

Here in this courtroom and courtrooms all across  America , the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done.  The very President of the  United States  through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.

See that flag, Mr. Reid?  That’s the flag of the  United States of America .  That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag stands for freedom.  And it always will.

Mr. Custody Officer.  Stand him down.

So, how much of this Judge’s comments did we hear on our TV sets?  We need more judges like Judge Young.  Pass this around.  Everyone should and needs to hear what this fine judge had to say. Powerful words that strike home.




Women

Men. . .

Pick Up Lines From Alabama

Words Of Wisdom

Smile
Now that food has replaced sex in my life, I can’t even get into my own pants.
Marriage changes passion.
Suddenly you’re in bed with a relative.
I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with “Guess” on it
So I said “Implants?” She hit me.
How come we choose from just two people to run for president and over fifty for Miss America ?
My favorite
I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing, I wouldn’t have signed up in the first place!
When I was young we used to go “skinny dipping,” now I just “chunky dunk.”
Don’t argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the difference.
Wouldn’t it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press ‘Ctrl Alt Delete’ and start all over? AMEN, AMEN !!
Why is it that our children can’t read a Bible in school, but they can in prison?
Wouldn’t you know it..
Brain cells come and brain cells go, but FATcells live forever.
Why do I have to swear on the Bible in court when the Ten Commandments cannot be displayed outside?
Bumper sticker of the year:
“If you can read this, thank a teacher -and, since it’s in English, thank a soldier”

And remember: life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. 

Tomorrow

One day a woman’s husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t “anymore”. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more “just one minute.” Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say “I love you.”

So while we have it, it’s best we love it, care for it, fix it when it’s broken and heal it when it’s sick. This is true for marriage…..And old cars… And children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep — like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce. There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.

Life is important, like people we know who are special.. And so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thought I was a ‘keeper’! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to all those people who are “keepers” in your life, including the person who sent it, if you feel that way.  Suppose one morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?

I was thinking…I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.

Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they don’t love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile J can do.  And just in case I’m gone tomorrow.

I LOVE YA!!!

Live today because tomorrow is not promised.. 

Golf Balls

To all the golf balls in my life.

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 root beers. A professor
stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When
the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise
jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.. He then asked the students if
the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a
box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The
pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the
students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next
picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand
filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The
students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’ The professor then produced two
Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar
effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed..
‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize
that this jar represents your life.. The golf balls are the important
things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your
favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained,
your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter
like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else—the
small stuff . ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there
is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you
spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room
for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that
are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time
with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical
checkups.. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will
always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the
golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The
rest is just sand. One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the
root beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The
root beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s
always room for a couple of root beers with a friend. Please share this with
someone you care about. I JUST DID!

The Old Man

    As I came out of the supermarket that sunny  day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
   
    The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away.
   
    I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too and took a few steps towards him.

 

I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.  The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying,

    ‘You shouldn’t even be allowed to drive a car at your age.’ And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
 
    I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine.
   
    He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, ‘Looks like you’re having a problem.’
   
    He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old man that I would be right back… I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
   
    The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman.
   
    When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too.  I nodded and asked the usual question, ‘What outfit did you serve with?’

    He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal ..

    He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over.  As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood.  They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
   
    He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.  We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye’s to his wife.
   
    I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station.  Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man.  I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.
   
    One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me.  Both of the men told me then that they were Marine Corps Reserves.  Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me.  I said I would and drove off.
   
    For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name………
         
 ‘Congressional Medal of Honor Society.’
   
    I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over.  I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day four Marines had all come together because one of us needed help.  He was an old man all right, but it felt
good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence.

Remember, OLD men like him gave you FREEDOM for America . Thanks to those who served…& those who supported them.
   
     America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war.  America is at the Mall.  If you don’t stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!
   
    Remember, Freedom isn’t Free, thousands have paid the price so you can enjoy what you have today.
   
LET’S DO THIS  JUST 19 WORDS

 

   
GOD OUR FATHER, WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES; AND PLEASE WATCH OVER AND HEAL MY FAMILY IN JESUS ‘ NAME.  AND PLEASE PROTECT OUR FREEDOMS AND WATCH OVER OUR TROOPS WHO ARE DEFENDING THOSE FREEDOMS. AMEN
   
This prayer is so powerful.

I Believe. . .


A Birth Certificate shows that we were born

A Death Certificate shows that we died

Pictures show that we lived!

Have a seat . Relax . . .
And read this slowly.

I Believe…
That just because two people argue,

It doesn’t mean they don’t love each other.
And just because they don’t argue,
It doesn’t mean they do love each other.


I Believe…
That we don’t have to change friends if
We understand that friends change..


I Believe….
That no matter how good a friend is,
they’re going to hurt you every once in a while
and you must forgive them for that.


I Believe…
That true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.

Same goes for true love.

I Believe…
That you can do something in an instant
That will give you heartache for life.


I Believe….
That it’s taking me a long time
To become the person I want to be..


I Believe…
That you should always leave loved ones with
Loving words. It may be the last time you see them.


I Believe….
That you can keep going long after you think you can’t.


I Believe….
That we are responsible for what
We do, no matter how we feel.


I Believe…
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.


I Believe…
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs
to be done, regardless of the consequences.


I Believe….
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.


I Believe….
That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time
.


I Believe….
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re down
will be the ones to help you get back up
.


I Believe…
That sometimes when I’m angry
I have the right to be angry,
But that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.


I Believe….
That maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you’ve had
And what you’ve learned from them
and less to do with  how many
birthdays you’ve celebrated.


I Believe….
That it isn’t always enough,
to be forgiven by others.

Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself.


I Believe…
That no matter how bad your heart is broken

the world doesn’t stop for your grief.


I Believe….
That our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
But, we are responsible for who we become.


I Believe…
That you shouldn’t be so eager to find
Out a secret. It could change your life Forever.


I Believe….
Two people can look at the exact same
Thing and see something totally different.


I Believe…
That your life can be changed in a matter of
Hours by people who don’t even know you.


I Believe…
That even when you think you have no more to give,
When a friend cries out to you -
you will find the strength to help.


I Believe…
That credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.


I Believe…
That the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.



‘The happiest of people don’t necessarily
have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything they have.
 
 

” If you go through Life in search of the Beautiful and do not carry it with you, you will find it not ”  

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be fel
twith the heart.” Helen Keller

1/2 boy 1/2 man
You just won’t be able to stop yourself.

The average age of the military man is 19 years.
He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who,
under normal circumstances is considered by
society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind
the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old
enough to die for his country. He never really
cared much for work and he would rather wax
his own car than wash his father’s, but he has
never collected unemployment either.


He’s a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport
activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a
steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when
he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and a 155mm howitzer.

He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he
was at home because he is working or fighting
from before dawn to well after dusk. He has
trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him,
but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and
reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite
to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or
grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional.

He can march until he is told to stop,
or stop until he is told to march.

He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation,
but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry.

He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never
to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend
his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you’re thirsty, he’ll share his water with you; if you
are hungry, his food. He’ll even split his ammunition
with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons
and weapons like they were his hands.

He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay, and still find ironic humor in it all.

He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime.

He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to ‘square-away ‘ those around him who haven’t bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.
In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years.


He has asked nothing in return, except
our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.

And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot. . ..

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of
loved ones in their helmets..



Prayer wheel for our military… please don’t
break it Please send this on after a short prayer.

Prayer Wheel

‘Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.
Protect them as they protect us.
Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.’

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan , sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq , Afghanistan and all foreign                countries.

There is nothing attached…
This can be very powerful….


Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Coastguardsman, Marine, or Airman, prayer is the very best one.

 

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