Syria
I listen to this guy. I think he knows what he is talking about.
We need to get our people out now, stay out of it, and let Israel sort out the mess.
$40,000,000 for one pissant Congressional Seat
MOREI live in this district and my mailbox was stuffed nearly every day with mail pieces. Very few had the candidate’s, “I approve of this message”. Since I don’t have a TV, I was spared that onslaught.
Where do these Super PACs get the money? Taxpayer money laundered through Ukraine? Wealthy people making “charitable donations” that somehow end up in political PACs? Foreign governments? Hedge fund managers? Without violating the 1st Amendment, is there a way these Super PACs can be investigated?
The Rats are Scurrying for Cover
Liz Cheney?And the beat goes on.
Take that, Delaware
Easier, and cheaper, to incorporate in Wyoming. Same with an LLC.Bounty Hunters
Recent discussions of having bounty hunter go after illegal immigrants prompted a memory.Bounty hunting never had a personal appeal. Repossessing cars was sporting enough for me.
DrJim’s Man Cave (in progress)
Nothing Serious, Made me Laugh
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Concur on staying clear of the Syria mess... Soros et al throw money at those campaigns in amounts we cannot believe to 'buy' elections!
Soros is wanted in Bulgaria. Trump should arrange for his arrest.
I don't censor remarks but I don't publish one's without a name
Washington warned us about foreign entanglements well over two hundred years ago, and people have thought themselves smarter than him ever since. Fat chance.
W.W.W.
Washington was one smart man. I was in Germany when Vietnam heated up. I received one of the few letters my Dad ever wrote me (that was Mom's job). He bluntly said, "Don't you dare volunteer for Vietnam. I fought in one Asian war, and I didn't raise a son to fight in another". He would have been enraged to have a grandson in Afghanistan.
That said, we should help Israel, just not with boots on the ground anywhere in Asia or Africa.
Your dad and mine were kindred spirits where writing the offspring was concerned. It was with shock and trepidation that I got a letter from him at mail call one day in Viet Nam, I think the first ever he wrote me, and not more than one or two after that, either. Mom's job, as you said, so I was sure it was bad news. Finally I opened it. And all the envelope contained was a clipping from the local paper, the draft lottery results for my age group. He had circled the date and number, which was EIGHT! and wrote beside it, "Ha, ha, your father."
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