Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Lynne's Chicago Parasitology workshop, April 3 is now full!



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 WORKSHOP ANNOUNCEMENT

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From: gottsch345@nethere.com
To: gottsch345@nethere.com
Subject: FW: Lynne's Chicago Parasitology workshop, April 3 is now full!
Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 16:48:37 -0600


 Please be informed that Lynne’s Chicago Parasitology Worskshop is now full!

Any request I get from today (Feb 27, 2012) forward will be placed on a waiting list in the event of some cancellations.

I do have openings in the Nashville April 5 workshop.

Regards,
Mark
-- Mark Perry, B.S., MT (ASCP)SM
Midwest Regional Sales Manager
Medical Chemical Corporation

markperry@med-chem.com
Www-med-chem.com
Cell: 330-321-6824
MCC Fax: 1-310-787-4464

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Monday, February 27, 2012

WE THE PEOPLE - 6 million hits in 4 days

I rest my case.



To: lib
Subject: Re: WE THE PEOPLE - 6 million hits in 4 days
From: kenpeekjr
Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 11:26:07 -0500


Thanks Lib!  Quite frankly I did not know your politics -- and I sent it because I thought it was good.  I just hope people realize that we are headed in the wrong direction in November. All of us must assume personal responsibility as well as being charitable for the less fortunate (and that doesn't mean the lazy). Ken





-----Original Message-----
From: Lib
Sent: Thu, Feb 23, 2012 2:10 pm
Subject: WE THE PEOPLE - 6 million hits in 4 days



Thanks, Ken!  I like this because I'm a Republican and this you did not know.  I am just amazed how folks keep believing in the failed policies of Obama and his fellow Democrats.  I believe in self-reliance, in working hard for the money, and the American dream.  I'll be ashamed to get handouts from anyone - with one exception - since I paid Federal & State Taxes all my working life, it's just payback time for my investment in Social Security and Medicare.  I earned all of it and it's time for my just reward. 

Let's V O T E wisely this coming November.

Lib
 Boy draped with an American flag, displaying a peace symbol






To:

Subject: Fwd: 6 million hits in 4 days (should be a billion)
From: kenpeekjr
Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 16:45:22 -0500


Subject: Fw: 6 million hits in 4 days (should be a billion)



This is without a doubt the best video that has come out and apparently 6 Million others think so too because there have been 6 million hits in 4 days.  Please watch it again and again and send it on to others.  I believe the pendulum has started to swing so let's keep it going.  This is very well done.



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No Left Turns The Safest Place



HOW TO STAY SAFE IN THE WORLD TODAY [Copied from Church Bulletin]

1.  Avoid riding in automobiles because they are responsible for 20% of all fatal accidents.
2.  Do not stay home because 17% of all accidents occur in the home.
3.  Avoid walking on streets or sidewalks because 14% of all accidents occur to pedestrians.
4.  Avoid traveling by air, rail, or water because 16% of all accidents involve these forms of transportation.
5.  Of the remaining 33%, 32% of all deaths occur in hospitals.  So...above all else, avoid hospitals.

But...you will be pleased to learn that only .001% of deaths occur in worship services in church and these are usually related to previous physical disorders.


Therefore, logic tells us that the safest place for you to be at any given point in time is at a CHURCH! (And  Bible Study is safe too) The percentage of deaths during Bible Study is even less.

So... for Safety's sake - attend church and read your Bible!



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I was thinking...it makes sense if you keep turning right.  Never tried that way though.

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From: alicia
To:
Subject: FW: food for thought
Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 18:48:14 -0500



This is beautiful and  wanted to share .  .  .   Rhonda

I know this is a long read but it is well worth it.


This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed.

   My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car.
   He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.
   'In those days,' he told me when he was in his 90s, 'to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.'

   At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: 'Oh, bull----!' she said. 'He hit a horse.'
  'Well,' my father said, 'there was that, too.'

   So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the Van Laninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none.

   My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines, would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.
   My brother, David, was born in 1935,
and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. 'No one in the family drives,' my mother would explain, and that was that.

   But, sometimes, my father would say, 'But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one.' It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first.
   But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.
   It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car.
   Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother.
   So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea. 'Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?' I remember him saying more than once.
   For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.
   Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage.
   (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

   He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church. She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home. If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests 'Father Fast' and 'Father Slow.'
   After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: 'The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored.'
   If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, 'Do you want to know the secret of a long life?'
   'I guess so,' I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.
   'No left turns,' he said.
   'What?' I asked.
   'No left turns,' he repeated. 'Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic. As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left
turn.'

   'What?' I said again.
   'No left turns,' he said. 'Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer.  So we always make three rights.'
   'You're kidding!' I said, and I turned to my mother for support.
   'No,' she said, 'your father is right. We make three rights. It works.' But then she added: 'Except when your father loses count.'
   I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.
   'Loses count?' I asked.
   'Yes,' my father admitted, 'that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again.'
   I couldn't resist. 'Do you ever go for 11?' I asked.
   'No,' he said ' If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day.  Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week.'
   My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90. She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102.
   They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)
   He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.
   One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news. A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, 'You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred.' At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, 'You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer.'
   'You're probably right,' I said.
   'Why would you say that?' He countered, somewhat irritated.
   'Because you're 102 years old,' I said.
   'Yes,' he said, 'you're right.' He stayed in bed all the next day.
   That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night.
   He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: 'I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet'
   An hour or so later, he spoke his
last words:

   'I want you to know,' he said, clearly and lucidly, 'that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have.'
   A short time later, he died.
   I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.
I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, or because he quit taking left turns.'
   Life is too short to wake up with regrets.  So love the people who treat you right.  Forget about the one's who don't.  Believe everything happens for a reason.  If you get a chance, take it.  If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.'




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Published  2/27/12  altgroup multiply
Web Page: No Left Turns

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

World Traveling Filipinos

THESE FILIPINO TRAVELING LADIES have traveled all over the globe, except for the continent of Africa, with a combined mileage of a roundtrip ticket to Mars and back to earth. Cathy and Lilian toured Brazil, Argentina & Chile a few months ago and enjoyed very much their trip. They were so excited to show to us snapshots of their travel because according to them it was the best of all their world tours.For lunch, Cathy made pancit molo (yummy!), moshu pork, and fresh fruits; Denny brought bibingka and siopao; Elvie brought chips and guacamole dip; Sandy bought Popeye fried chicken and Lib bought from Dominick's, my favorite grocery store, Kiwi torte for dessert. After a very filling and delicious lunch, Lilian showed a DVD of her boat trip under the Iguassu Falls. According to her more beautiful than Niagara or Victoria Falls. Later, Cathy turned on her computer for her CD photos.

Next 2012 Tours:









Cathy: Scandinavia........Lilian & Denny: Costa Rica..........Sandy: Spain & Portugal.........Lib: Brazil & Argentina


FW: Poster Presentations, ISM Spring Meeting



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From: gottsch345@nethere.com
To: gottsch345@nethere.com
Subject: Poster Presentations, ISM Spring Meeting
Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 17:06:13 -0600



Further clarification on the Poster Competition:



1)     All are welcome to present a poster

2)    Awards will only be given to Students presenting a poster at the meeting

3)    March 29 is the deadline for abstract submission

4)    Abstracts should be submitted to Lynne Steele, lynne@oakton.edu    

5)    Please address any questions directly to Lynne.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

A good reminder about the importance of YOU

YOU + HUMANITY = YOUMANITY

Yep, I got this e-mail before and it's a good reminder.  May I add there are always reasons for "missed opportunities." 

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From: jpl
To: Subject: FW: A good reminder about the importance of YOU
Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 17:39:26 -0600

I am that type of person who takes advantage of an opportunity when it presents itself, like this coming November I am going

back to Turkey & see Istanbul again & 6 more cities in Turkey. The Chicago Tribune newspaper had an offer I couldn't refuse.

For the price of an airline ticket , I will enjoy 9 days of touring Turkey, airline ticket, 4-5 star hotels, 7 breakfasts, 6 lunches &

the services of a tour guide. Unbelievable!!!!!!!!!. My friend paid more than $ 1550.00 just for a round trip ticket to Turkey.  

GRAB IT, OPPORTUNITY DO NOT STRIKE TWICE.  Josie

Don't lay in bed at night w/ a hundred chores going through your mind...good advice.

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 We've all gotten this one before but it never hurts to remind ourselves periodically about the importance of missed opportunities that really have greater value then the minute ones we place before them.



IF you read slowly enough, you'll find YOURSELF in this message.....I did.




READ THIS VERY SLOWLY... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?  Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't.  I have clothes on the line.  My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain."  And my personal favorite:  "It's Monday." She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.  We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get the kid toilet-trained.  We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.  We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older.  The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.  One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips.  She keeps an open mind on new ideas.  Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.  You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years.  I love ice cream.  It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process.  The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker.  If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now...go on and have a nice day.  Do something you WANT to...not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?  


And why are you waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?  Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?  Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask, "How are you?"  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?  Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not see his sorrow?  Ever lost touch?  Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say "Hi"?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift... Thrown away.... Life is not a race. Take it slower.  Hear the music before the song is over.


To those I have sent this to... I cherish our friendship and appreciate all you do.

"Life may not be the party we hoped for...  but while we are here we might as well dance!"






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Published  2/15/12  altgroup multiply
Web Page: A good reminder about the importance of YOU

Newspaper Map.

Cool!http://tracking.technodesignip.com/?action=count&projectid=642&contentid=6539&referrer=-&urlaction=r...



From: jpl
To: Subject: FW: Newspaper Map.
Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 11:26:48 -0600

Newspaper Map


WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THIS IS A Genius!

Just put your mouse on a city anywhere in the world and the newspaper headlines pop up...

Double click and the page gets larger...you can read the entire paper on some if you click on the right place.
You can spend forever here.  http://www.newseum.org/todaysfrontpages/flash/  

Also, if you look at the European papers, the far left side of Germany will pop up as The Stars & Stripes (European edition, of course).
 AND, this site changes every day with the publication of new editions of the paper.  Hope you enjoy this.





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Published 2/15/12  altgroup multiply
Web Page: Newspaper Map

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

ISM SPRING 2012 POSTER COMPETITION

ARS LONGA.  VITA BREVIS.
Show your creative talent. 
Deadline in submitting your poster - April 10, 2012
See attachment for more info.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Media Harley Biker

I don't know if this is a true story or an anecdote.
I must say I despise the liberal mainstream media!http://tracking.technodesignip.com/?action=count&projectid=642&contentid=6534&referrer=-&urlaction=r...I don't care for them. I don't watch them and I turn them off when they are on TV!!!  Yeah, I don't subscribe to their magazines and newspapers.


 In interviews and shows, the ugly liberals are meaner than the dignified conservatives.  Most annoying of all-time in my list - Bill Maher, Joy of The View (I forgot her last name), and Rosie O'Donnell.  I wish the Republicans won't be so namby-pamby. 


 Tit for tat.


 Lib
American Voter



From: evelyn
Subject: FW: The Media
Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 14:38:29 -0500


A Harley biker is riding by the zoo in Washington , DC when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion's cage.
Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of her jacket and tries to pull her
inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.

The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.

Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her
to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly.
A reporter has watched the whole event. The reporter addressing the Harley rider says, 'Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I've seen a man do in my whole life.'

The Harley rider replies, 'Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right.'

The reporter says, 'Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist, and tomorrow's paper will have this story on the front page...
So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?'

The biker replies, 'I'm a U.S. Marine and a Republican.'

The journalist leaves.

The following morning the biker buys the paper to see news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:




U.S. MARINE ASSAULTS
AFRICAN IMMIGRANT
AND STEALS HIS LUNCH
That pretty much sums up the media's approach to the news these days 





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Priceless!! What's in your Face (book)?

I've written this before and I'll write it again....

I'm not into Facebook, Tweeter Twitter and other so called social network websites.  Right, the advantage of joining Facebook et al is if you're a student, a celebrity, a politician, a businessman, a member of the news media, a protestor and an activist is so that  you can promote your name, revolution and whatever business you're in to many people.  But not for me.  I'm not into hundreds of friends.  I don't have any business to sell.  I don't know those people and I don't care who they are.  Mind you, I'm not anti-social.  I like everything simple.  It's such a waste of time.  I could barely cope up with my regular e-mails in my Windows Live Hotmail.  Why in the world would I go with links to other group sites? Why do I have to spy on the  private lives of my family and friends?  After all, it's none of my business.  And for what? It's already in my e-mail!  It does not make sense to me.  What annoys and bothers me everytime with the not so new Windows Live Hotmail format is the e-mail replies are interconnected.  I like one on one.  Another thing, the attached files disappear when they are forwarded to another e-mail address.  So many things are updated they became so damned complicated for me.  I like everything easy and I just want to read my e-mails.  One good thing with Windows Live Hotmail is the YouTube videos are interfaced, I can click right away and I don't have to go to the YouTube website/link.

I want my simple e-mail back. 
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Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 09:54:27 -0800
From: rqpascual
Subject: FW: Priceless!!
To:





Sooo true!!

--- On Wed, 2/8/12, Evelyn Pinili

Subject: Fw: Priceless!!




Should I Really Join Facebook? (Priceless)



Read it all the way through! It's a good laugh! AND really quite true!!

A good laugh for people in the over 50 group !!!


When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead... Well, it was not a good relationship.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are.

We senior citizens don't need any more gadgets. The TV remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.



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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Sticky Rice Thai Restaurant


















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 Feb 12, '12 1:00p
Location:     4018 N. Western Ave., Chicago 773-588-0120
MHS Centennial & The Big Heart Club Frames - Multi-Batch Reunion Event at MHS Quadrangle, Intramuros, Manila, Philippine - Feb. 19, 2012.
Published  2/12/12  altgroup multiply
Web Page: Goddesses Meet at Sticky Rice Thai Restaurant

Saturday, February 11, 2012

World's 12 Most Populous Cities

Number One populous city is a quite a surprise!  It beat China and India.
See attached pps

Sunday, February 5, 2012

West is best: Worthington




A L A N   W E S T

I am a Republican so I quite agree with this particular article.  More so, I'm a sensible, thinking Republican.  Some, not all, people misunderstand where I stand.  Just because I disagree and have an opinion all of my own, I'm disagreeable.  We should always agree to disagree.  If no one disagrees, then the exercise in freedom is wasted.  Mind you, I'm not telling anyone who to vote because an individual has a different situation of their own.  Although, I say to myself every election time - self, why do these dumb stupid people vote when they don't know nothing?  These ignorant folks should stay home.  Yeah, I'm into calling names all the time and there's nothing anyone can do about it.  My State of Illinois, a Democrat bastion, soon to be a wasteland, is bankrupt to the deep hole of $34 billion.  Yet, people here keep re-electing the same politicians. 


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Lib
Foreign Born Political Observer


Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2012 23:35:03 -0800
From: bacolodtoto
Subject: Fw: [Magiting] West is best: Worthington
To:

----- Forwarded Message -----
From: Ed Castle
To:
Sent: Saturday, February 4, 2012 2:15 PM
Subject: [Magiting] West is best: Worthington


West is best: Worthington



BY PETER WORTHINGTON ,QMI AGENCY

FIRST POSTED: SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 04, 2012 11:14 AM EST | UPDATED: SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 04, 2012 11:21 AM EST

westy 

Why Allen West is important is not because he’s the first African-American Congressman from Florida in over 130 years, nor because his father served in the Second World War, his brother in Vietnam and his mother worked for the U.S. Marines — a legacy of patriotism — but because he has a master’s degree (political science) and understands the nature of war and Islam.

  

TORONTO - This is a story about Lt.-Col. Allen West — a U.S. Army battalion commander in Iraq who was forced to retire before his time.



He subsequently became an advisor to the Afghan National Army, a high school teacher and in 2010 was elected as a Republican Congressman in Florida.



There is also a faction today that sees him as a future U.S. president.



This aspect of West’s story begins in Iraq, 2003, when it was learned that a plot was in the making to ambush and kill him along with many of his soldiers.



An Iraqi police officer was apparently involved.



The police officer was taken into custody and questioned, but adamantly refused to talk. West interrupted the professional questioning, shoved the man’s face in a bucket of sand that was used for proving weapons, and fired a shot from his pistol into the sand by the guy’s head.



He said talk, or the next shot is for you.



The frightened individual then became a babbling brook. No only was the ambush averted, but no other attempt was made on his battalion. On his part, West acknowledged he’d crossed the line.



He reported himself to his chain-of-command for firing a pistol near the head of the suspect — a military no-no. He took early retirement in 2004 with full benefits, after 20 years of service. He was 43.



When asked later if he regretted his action, he replied: “If it’s the lives of my soldiers that are at stake, I’d go through hell with a gasoline can.” His troops revered him.



He added that he knew the method he used “was not right, but I wanted to take care of my soldiers.” He felt time was of the essence to thwart the ambush.



When asked recently about the four marines who urinated on the dead bodies of Taliban fighters, West said he didn’t recall any “self-righteous indignation” when the bodies of mutilated Delta snipers were dragged through Mogadishu.



Nor could he recall “media outrage and condemnation” when Blackwater security contractors were burned and hanged from a bridge in Fallujah.



“All these over-emotional pundits and armchair quarterbacks need to chill,” he said, recalling two soldiers from the 101st Airborne being beheaded and gutted in Iraq.



As for the marines: “They were wrong. Give them field grade level (non-judicial) punishment, place a letter of reprimand in their personnel file, and have them in full dress uniform stand before their battalion, and each personally apologize to God, country and corps, all videotaped. And conclude by singing the Marine Corps Hymn without a teleprompter.”



He added: “As for everyone else — unless you’ve been shot at by the Taliban, shut your mouth. War is hell.”



Why Allen West is important today — and should be listened to — is not because he’s the first African-American Congressman from Florida in over 130 years, nor because his father served in the Second World War, his brother in Vietnam and his mother worked for the U.S. Marines — a legacy of patriotism — but because he has a master’s degree (political science) and has studied and understands the nature of war and Islam.



West is uneasy about America’s future — and the reluctance of U.S. leaders to face reality, or even acknowledge it.



In speeches, he points out that a prime threat facing the world today is not Jihadists, not Muslim extremists nor fundamentalists, not what’s called Islamists — but Islam itself; not Islam with adjectives.



He cites great battles with Muslims dating 1,400 years to the Battle of Tours (or Poitiers) in 732 that decisively preserved Christianity in France and was the high tide of Islam’s conquest of Europe.



Wars over succeeding centuries had German and Austrian knights saving Vienna from Islamic conquest, yet Caliphate armies dominated an empire extending from the borders of China, the Indian sub-continent, Central Asia, North Africa, Sicily, Spain. West thinks it should be no surprise that Islam is again on the march. It is their destiny.



To West, there is little in the Koran, or the Suras, or Hadith that suggests Islam is a religion of peace instead of conquest. This reality has should be understood by America’s leaders — but instead it is scrupulously avoided.



West emphasizes that it is not individual Muslims who are a concern or threat, it is the tenets of Islam. All Germans were not Nazis, nor all Italians fascists. All Japanese weren’t imperialists in the Second World War. But ignoring reality is akin to suicide.



The grave mistake America is making today — dating to George Bush’s presidency after 9/11 — is its war against “terrorism.” To West, that’s declaring war against a “tactic.” It is like declaring war against “blitzkrieg” instead of against Nazi Germany, or against ”kamikazes” in Japan’s case. 



One can’t go to war against an “idea.”



Europe is starting to wake up, but North American leaders continue to doze.

When bells for us are rung; And our last Taps is sung; Let generations see our country free; Oh, lead to righteous way; Those solid ranks of gray; Thy virtues to display; Academy, Oh! Hail to thee.
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Published  2/5/12  altgroup multiply
Web Page:  West is best: Worthington




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WHY ALAN WEST LOST HIS RE-ELECTION

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

American Society for Clinical Pathology

Start:     Apr 17, '12 07:00a
End:     Apr 20, '12
Location:     The Four Points by Sheraton, Schiller Park, IL
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