Showing posts with label respect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label respect. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

If You're Readin' This

It would have been perhaps more timely to post this yesterday, Memorial Day, but no day is a bad day to think about and appreciate the sacrifices of our troops. I hope you gathered your family, fired up the grill, and enjoyed the sunshine in the peace our soldiers, sailors, and airmen have kept in place for us.

That being said, I must report my huge disappointment when I noticed just ours and one other house in our neighborhood were displaying Old Glory yesterday. Was your flag up and proudly waving in the breeze? Perhaps it's up every day, even every hour, and if so I commend you. There are, however, certain days when I feel every American should fly the flag to indicate their love of country and/or their appreciation and recognition of our troops.

So today I offer my thanks to those who didn't make it home by posting the following video and Tim McGraw song. My heartfelt thanks goes out to those who gave it all, and to the families they left behind.


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Anointed One

I hope I'm not the only one to take this from the following photo, but is the media attempting to make our esteemed President look like an angel? The Holy One? The Anointed One?

Barack Obama

AP Photo/Charles Dharapak


I've seen photos with Obama framed in this way before and formed the same opinion then. Actually, the photo sickens me because of the blatant attempt at glorifying the one holding the office of President of these United States. Gimme a break, Washington Press Corps; it'll take much more than an angelic-looking photo to make this guy holy, in my humble opinion. 

During eight years of the most recent Bush presidency, I don't recall ever seeing such a framing of his likeness, do you? Hmm...just an oversight by the press, I suppose. 

If there are good reasons to respect the President, he will certainly have my respect. Photos such as this will do just the opposite—I see it as a poor attempt to make the old silk purse out of a sow's ear. It just doesn't wash and I'm not buying it.