If I Was Prez

OK, stop laughin !! BUT, if I was, I would designate a certain day each year that we would be allowed, without any recourse, to search out the stupid, booger-eatin-mohrons of our society, and slap em into sanity or to where they couldnt spout there idiotic shit!! Here is one example I would look long and hard to find too..

Subject:: Simply telling it like it is.


I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual
steak houses that you find all over the country.
You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every
table, shells littering the floor, and a bunch of
perky college kids racing around with long neck
beers and sizzling platters.

Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd
over the rim of my glass. My gaze lingered on a
group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform
to identify their branch of service, but they were
definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut,
and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.

Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the
empty seat where my husband usually sat.
It had only been a few months since we sat in this
very booth, talking about his upcoming deployment
to the Middle East. That was when he made me promise
to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant
once a month and treat myself to a nice steak.
In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here,
thinking about him until he returned home to me.

I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear
and wondered where he was at this very moment.
Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better?
Were my letters getting through to him?
As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices
from the next booth broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading
Iraq. You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes.
Good lord. What an idiot!
I can't believe he is even in office.
You do know, he stole the election."

I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as
they began an endless tirade running down our president.
I thought about the last night I spent with my husband,
as he prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting
his smallpox and anthrax shots.
The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still
gives me chills.

Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.
"It is all about oil, you know.
Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal all the oil they can in
the name of 'freedom'. Hmph!
I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without giving it a
thought.
It's pure greed, you know."

My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring.
I could still see how handsome my husband looked
in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my finger.
I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform,
affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof
vest over it.

"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't
think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just
to! Increase the president's popularity. That's all it is,
padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and
education.
And, you know what else?
We're just asking for another 9-ll.
I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."

Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched
gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice
of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to
ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?

I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw
their courageous faces change.
They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly,
listening to the women talking.

"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq,
and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to
train professional baby killers we call a military."

Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my
husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children
again.

That's it! Indignation rose up inside me.
Normally reserved,
pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had.
Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military,
and let her pride in our troops be known.

Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and
placed my hands flat on their table.
Lowering myself to eye level with them,
I smilingly said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.
You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone.
And, do you know why? Because my husband,
whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world
defending your right to say rotten things about him."
"Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none
of my business. However, what you say in public is something else,
and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country,
MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women
who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the
"freedom" to complain.
Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions
cheapen it."

I must have been louder that I meant to be, because
the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right.
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your
meal."

As I returned to my booth applause broke out.
I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten
steak.
The women picked up their check and scurried away.

After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check,
the manager returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode.
"Compliments of those soldiers," he said.
He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner,
but that another couple had beaten them to it.
When I asked who, the manager said they had already left,
but that the gentleman was a veteran,
and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."

With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to
the soldiers and thanked them for the cobbler.
Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth.
"We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into
confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."

As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment,
I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the
other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of
my husband, and would keep him in their prayers.
I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.

Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to
show their pride in our country,
and the military who protect her. And maybe, just maybe,
the two women who were railing against our country,
would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers,
and the price it pays to maintain it's freedom.

As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a
difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of
the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign
of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"

*Lori Kimble is a 31 year old teacher and proud
military wife. A California native, Mrs. Kimble currently lives in
Alabama)

To those who fought for our Nation: Freedom has a flavor the protected
will never know. GOD BLESS AMERICA!

The Mrs. has learned that it is better that we just eat at home or get carry-out, or to eat in the car when we travel, and this is the prime reason..

I DONT DO WELL when out amongst a group of STUPID people, and it seems that there are more and more of em anymore, and they are even louder now..

The Mrs. has learned the signs that its time to get me away from somewhere too.. I get that "John Wayne" glare goin at somebody and then if they happen to be in a mind to let their bulldog mouth overload their shewawa ass and say somethin like "what the hell are YOU lookin at", the first thang I do is look to see if I have enuff money for bail on me !!

Youd thank that she would eventually get used to seein the cops haul me away, but I guess not.. She has gotten better at warnin the stupid sunzabitches tho..