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Here's to US!!!!

No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us, WE ARE AWESOME !!!! OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!!

To Those of Us Born 1930-1979

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930'S, 40'S, 50'S, 60'S and 70's!!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then, after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets, and, when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.

As infants and children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires, and, sometimes, no brakes.

Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight...WHY?

Because we were always outside playing...that's why!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on...

No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times , we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Play Stations, Nintendos and X-Boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.

WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents...

We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes...

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.

Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! 

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.

If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives "for our own good."

While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?

The quote of the month is by Jay Leno:

'With hufficanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?'

Change Your Thinking

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.




Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.






One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.



His bed was next to the room's only window.








The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.








The men talked for hours on end.



They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..








Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.








The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.









The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.



Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.









As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eye s and imagine this picturesque scene.


One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.








Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.








Days, weeks and months passed.







One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.


She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.








As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.








Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.








It faced a blank wall.








The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.









The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.







She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'











Epilogue:








There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.








Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.









If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.









'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.'

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."



Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.


Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.



The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.



The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.


She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.



It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.



Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?


Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.



(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60 seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves "When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."

Email this.

Two Choices

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.

Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.

The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.

We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'

So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said, every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

You now have two choices:

1. Delete

One day I had a date for lunch with friends. Mae, a little old 'blue hair' about 80 years old, came along with them---all in all, a pleasant bunch. When the menus were presented, we ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Mae who said, 'Ice Cream, please. Two scoops, chocolate.'

Lessons on Life


There was an Indian Chief who had four sons. He wanted his sons to learn not to judge
things too quickly. So he sent them each on a quest, in turn, to go and look at a pear tree that was a great distance away.

The first son went in the winter, the second in the spring, the third in summer, and the youngest son in the fall.

When they had all gone and come back, he called them together to describe what they had seen.

The first son said that the tree was ugly, bent, and twisted.

The second son said no it was covered with green buds and full of promise.

The third son disagreed; he said it was laden with blossoms that smelled so sweet and looked so beautiful, it was the most graceful thing he had ever
seen.

The last son disagreed with all of them; he said it was ripe and drooping with fruit, full of life and fulfilment.

The man then explained to his sons that they were all right, because they had each seen but only one season in the tree's life.

He told them that you cannot judge a tree, or a person, by only one season,and that the essence of who they are and the pleasure, joy, and love that
come from that life can only be measured at the end, when all the seasons are up.

If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, fulfillment of your fall.

Moral:

Don't let the pain of one season destroy the joy of all the rest.

Don't judge life by one difficult season.

Persevere through the difficult patches and better times are sure to come
some time

Live Simply.

Love Generously.
Care Deeply.
Speak Kindly. 
Leave the Rest to God.
Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,

Sorrows keep You Human,

Failures keep You Humble,

Success keeps You Glowing,

But Only God keeps You Going!

I am not singling out muslims by posting this bulletin. I believe all immigrants can cause similar situations to arise as has happened with Muslims in Denmark. I am not against immigrants. I AM against illegal immigrants and all the extra benefits immigrants and illegal immigrants receive from our country. I do believe, if you want to live in this country, you should embrace the beliefs and laws of this country. You should not expect the country to change for you.

SALUTE to Denmark .. This could very well happen here on our Continent.... 

 
Susan MacAllen is a contributing editor for  (FamilySecurityMatters.org) Salute the Danish Flag - it's a Symbol of   Western Freedom By Susan MacAllen

 
In 1978-9 I was living and studying in Denmark . But in 1978 - even in   Copenhagen, one didn't see Muslim immigrants.

The Danish population embraced visitors, celebrated the exotic, went  out of its way to protect each of its citizens. It was proud of its new  brand of socialist liberalism one in development since the conservatives had  lost power in 1929 - a system where no worker had to struggle to survive,  where one ultimately could count upon the state as in, perhaps, no other  western nation at the time.
 
The rest of Europe saw the Scandinavians as free-thinking, progressive  and infinitely generous in their welfare policies. Denmark boasted low crime  rates, devotion to the environment, a superior educational system and a  history of humanitarianism.
 
Denmark was also most generous in its immigration policies - it
offered the best welcome in Europe to the new immigrant: generous welfare  payments from first arrival plus additional perks in transportation, housing  and education. It was determined to set a world example for inclusiveness  and multiculturalism.   How could it have predicted that one day in 2005 a series of political  cartoons in a newspaper would spark violence that would leave dozens dead in  the streets -all because its commitment to multiculturalism would come back  to bite?
 
By the 1990's the growing urban Muslim population was obvious - and  its unwillingness to integrate into Danish society was obvious.
Years of immigrants had settled into Muslim-exclusive enclaves. As the  Muslim leadership became more vocal about what they considered the decadence  of Denmark 's liberal way of life, the Danes - once so welcoming - began to  feel slighted. Many Danes had begun to see Islam as incompatible with their
long-standing values: belief in personal liberty and free speech, in
equality for women, in tolerance for other ethnic groups, and a deep pride  in Danish heritage and history.

An article by Daniel Pipes and Lars  Hedegaard, in which they forecasted accurately that the growing immigrant
problem inDenmark would explode. In the article they reported:
 
'Muslim immigrants.constitute 5 percent of the population but consume  upwards of 40 percent of the welfare spending.'
'Muslims are only 4 percent of Denmark's 5.4 million people but make  up a majority of the country's convicted rapists, an especially
combustible issue given that practically all the female victims are
non-Muslim. Similar, if lesser, disproportions are found in other crimes.'
 
'Over time, as Muslim immigrants increase in numbers, they wish less  to mix with the indigenous population.
A recent survey finds that only 5 percent of young Muslim immigrants  would readily marry a Dane.'

'Forced marriages - promising a newborn daughter in Denmark to a male  cousin in the home country, then compelling her to marry him, sometimes on  pain of death - are one problem'
 
'Muslim leaders openly declare their goal of introducing Islamic law
once Denmark's Muslim population grows large enough - a
not-that-remote prospect. If present trends persist, one sociologist
estimates, every third inhabitant of Denmark in 40 years will be Muslim.'
 
It is easy to understand why a growing number of Danes would feel that   Muslim immigrants show little respect for Danish values and laws.
An example is the phenomenon common to other European countries and  Canada .: some Muslims in Denmark who opted to leave the Muslim faith have  been murdered in the name of Islam, while others hide in fear for their  lives. Jews are also threatened and harassed openly by Muslim leaders  in Denmark, a country where once Christian citizens worked to smuggle out nearly all of their 7,000 Jews by night to Sweden - before the Nazis could  invade. I think of my Danish friend Elsa - who as a teenager had dreaded  crossing the street to the bakery every morning under the eyes of occupying  Nazi soldiers - and I wonder what she would say today.
 
In 2001, Denmark elected the most conservative government in some 70  years - one that had some decidedly non-generous ideas about liberal  unfettered immigration. Today Denmark has the strictest immigration policies  in Europe . ( Its effort to protect itself has been met with accusations of  'racism' by liberal media across Europe - even as other governments struggle to right the social problems wrought by years of too-lax immigration.)
 
If you wish to become Danish, you must attend three years of language  classes. You must pass a test on Denmark 's history, culture, and a Danish  language test  :

You must live in Denmark for 7 years before applying for citizenship. 

You must demonstrate an intent to work, and have a job waiting. If you wish  to bring a spouse into Denmark , you must both be over 24 years of age, and  you won't find it so easy anymore to move your friends and family to   Denmark with you.

You will not be allowed to build a mosque in Copenhagen . Although your  children have a choice of some 30 Arabic culture and language schools  in Denmark , they will be strongly encouraged to assimilate to Danish society   in ways that past immigrants weren't.
 
In 2006, the Danish minister for employment, Claus Hjort Frederiksen,  spoke publicly of the burden of Muslim immigrants on the Danish welfare  system, and it was horrifying: the government's welfare committee had  calculated that if immigration from Third World countries were blocked, 75  percent of the cuts needed to sustain the huge welfare system in coming  decades would be unnecessary. In other words, the welfare system as it
existed was being exploited by immigrants to the point of eventually  bankrupting the government. 'We are simply forced to adopt a new policy on  immigration.

The calculations of the welfare committee are terrifying and show how   unsuccessful the integration of immigrants has been up to now,' he said.
 
A large thorn in the side of Denmark 's imams is the Minister of
Immigration and Integration, Rikke Hvilshoj. She makes no bones about the  new policy toward immigration, 'The number of foreigners coming to the  country makes a difference,' Hvilshøj says, 'There is an inverse correlation  between how many come here and how well we can receive the foreigners that  come.' And on Muslim immigrants needing to demonstrate a willingness to blend in, 'In my view, Denmark should be a country with room for different cultures and religions. Some values, however, are  more important than others. We refuse to question democracy, equal rights,  and f reedom of speech.'
 
Hvilshoj has paid a price for her show of backbone. Perhaps to test
her resolve, the leading radical imam in Denmark, Ahmed Abdel Rahman Abu  Laban, demanded that the government pay blood money to the family of a  Muslim who was murdered in a suburb of Copenhagen, stating that the family's  thirst for revenge could be thwarted for money. When Hvilshoj dismissed his  demand, he argued that in Muslim culture the payment of retribution money  was common, to which Hvilshoj replied that what is done in a Muslim country  is not necessarily what is done in Denmark.

The Muslim reply came soon  after: her house was torched while she, her husband and children slept. All  managed to escape unharmed, but she and her family were moved to a secret location and she and other ministers were assigned bodyguards for the first  time - in a country where such murderous violence was once so scarce.
 
Her government has slid to the right, and her borders have tightened.
Many believe that what happens in the next decade will determine
whether Denmark survives as a bastion of good living, humane thinking and  social responsibility, or whether it becomes a nation at civil war with  supporters of Sharia law.
 
And meanwhile, Canadians clamor for stricter immigration policies, and  demand an end to state welfare programs that allow many immigrants to live  on the public dole. As we in Canada look at the enclaves of Muslims amongst  us, and see those who enter our shores too easily, dare live on our taxes, yet refuse to embrace our culture, respect our traditions, participate in  our legal system, obey our laws, speak our language, appreciate our history
.. . we would do well to look to Denmark , and say a prayer for her future and
for our own..
 
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FINALLY...THE $50,000 QUESTION WAS ASKED !!!!!.....

YESTERDAY ON THE "ABC..OBAMA SPECIAL ON HEALTH CARE"......OBAMA WAS ASKED
"MR. PRESIDENT WILL YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GIVE UP YOUR CURRENT HEALTH CARE PROGRAMAND JOIN THE NEW "UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE PROGRAM" THAT THE REST OF US WILL BE ON ?

OBAMA IGNORED THE QUESTION AND DIDN'T ANSWER IT !!!

A NUMBER OF SENATORS WERE ASKED THE SAME QUESTION AND THEIR RESPONSE WAS... WE WILL THINK ABOUT IT !!!!

IT WAS ALSO ANNOUNCED TODAY ON THE NEWS THAT THE "KENNEDY HEALTH CARE BILL" HAS WRITTEN INTO IT THAT CONGRESS WILL BE (FROM THIS GREAT HEALTH CARE PLAN) EXEMPT !!!!!

HOW ABOUT THOSE APPLES.....NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR OBAMA OR CONGRESS..... BUT "OK" FOR THE REST OF US?

WE AMERICANS NEED TO STOP THIS... ASAP !!!! AND REVOLT... THIS is WRONG !!!!!

IF YOU AGREE PLEASE PASS THIS ON.
IF NOT, PLAN TO SUFFER (WITH THE OBAMA HEALTH CARE PLAN....FOR FREE.... WHILE OUR POLITICIANS TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES!

The Perfect Solution to Senior HealthCare

   

   

 While discussing

    

    

 the upcoming Universal Health Care Program with my

    

    

 sister-in-law the other day, I think we have found the

    

    

 solution. I am sure you have heard the ideas that if

    

    

 you're a senior you need to suck it up and give up the

    

    

 idea that you need any health care. A new hip? Unheard of.

    

    

 We simply can't afford to take care of you anymore. You

    

    

 don't need any medications for your high blood pressure,

    

    

 diabetes,

 heart problems, etc. Let's take care of the

    

    

 young people. After all, they will be ruling the world very

    

    

 soon.

    

    

 So here is the solution. When you turn 70, you get a gun and 4

    

    

 bullets. You are allowed to shoot 2 senators and 2

    

    

 representatives. Of course, you will be sent to prison where

    

    

 you will get 3 meals a day, a roof over your head and all

    

    

 the health care you need!!! New teeth, great!!! Need

    

    

 glasses, no problem. New hip, knee, kidney, lung, heart?

    

    

 Well bring it on. And who will be paying for all of this.

    

    

 The same government that just told you that you are too

 old

    

    

 for health care. And, since you are a prisoner, you

    

    

 don't have to pay any incometax.