Without Country

Written by Terry Dashner

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If this sounds like a novel tale, it is. You might recall reading it in high school. Nolan isrepparttar fictitious army officer in Edward Everett Hale’s story, “The Man without a Country.” Although it is fiction, nevertheless, it echoes certain truths. Any person who slanders his country simply because he cares to, that person inevitably will live to regret it. I want to take this thought one step further and say this: Any person who thinks he can live better without America has never traveled extensively outside it or fought on a battle field to preserve its precious liberties. (I will assumerepparttar 125864 risks involved in making this blanket statement.)

Funny thing, I don’t think any American citizen—not even Michael Moore—is willing to give up American wealth, security, fame, freedom or any other UNIQUE American liberty to leave and never return because America is too capitalistic, too conservative, too Bush Republican, or too far gone. I’d stake money on this if I were a gambler. So, maybe things aren’t really as bad as these lovers ofrepparttar 125865 spot light would have us think. Maybe they just want some attention. After all, those who giverepparttar 125866 least, complainrepparttar 125867 loudest for more.

Keeprepparttar 125868 faith. America stayrepparttar 125869 course. You will be rewarded for your greatness in liberatingrepparttar 125870 oppressed.

Pastor Terry Dashner Veteran ofrepparttar 125871 US Navy Retired police officer Husband and father of three grown children

Writes daily devotions for his church.


Written by Kenn Gividen

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Sitting somewhere inrepparttar arena will be interesting. Coulter will glare with her right eye atrepparttar 125863 massive structure and lament that its lugubrious bathos was built with lachrymose tax dollars by schadenfreude liberals; all words found on pages 128 and 129 of her book.

Not to worry. Excuse yourself duringrepparttar 125864 first fight and go torepparttar 125865 gift shop inrepparttar 125866 lobby. You’ll want to buy a voice-activated electronic dictionary with a LCD screen. There is no gift shop, but there isrepparttar 125867 hair-coming-out-his-nose hotdog stand guy and — just your luck — he’s still got a few electronic dictionaries for $14.95; $16.95 with mustard.

Back inrepparttar 125868 stands, you can now understand Coulter. Contretemps, you learn, means, affliction; epiphanic means something akin to religious, and @#%&* (page 309) means Hillary’s serious about running for president.

Wise guy that you are, you’ll want to have a bit of humor ready whenrepparttar 125869 Pacers and Pistons square off in row 12. While Artest is punching an epiphanic (page 105) fan inrepparttar 125870 nose, you will turn and look Coulter inrepparttar 125871 eye and quip, “Geez, I didn’t know these guys could play hockey!!”

If she sniggles (not in her book), you’ve made a hit. If she rambles on about why white hockey players don’t get fined for fighting because they’re, uh, white, then you’ve got a ways to go.

Withrepparttar 125872 game over, it’s time to escort Coulter to a fine dining establishment. At your date’s behest, you mark Ben and Jerry’s offrepparttar 125873 list. Chinese sounds good and if you can’t understand your waiter, does it matter? You can’t understand your date, either.

The conversation turns to politics. (Who woulda known.) Coulter’s right eye gleams as she rants about feminist cornpones (page 235), gun owners’ rights andrepparttar 125874 need to squarshrepparttar 125875 IRS like a bug. So far so good. You decide you may have met your match.

But then you bring up civil liberties and Coulter tussles her hair and – gasp! – she has a left eye after all. Her right eye now covered, she goes apoplectic overrepparttar 125876 smarminess ofrepparttar 125877 war on drugs (pages 246 and 44.) “It’s not about drugs,” you explain. “It’s about personal rights.”

Her left eye glares.

“You know,” you add, “likerepparttar 125878 Patriot Act.”

Her left eye bugs out.

Enough is enough, you decide. Notingrepparttar 125879 O tattooed on her forehead, you get pick uprepparttar 125880 tab. Andrepparttar 125881 tip.

The evening ends when you walk Coulter torepparttar 125882 door of her crib and give her a friendly kiss her on her tattoo. “No wonder,” you surmise, “the Libertarians in Connecticut didn’t want her on their ticket.”

Your conclusion is ineluctable (page 30.)

Author of The Prayer of Hannah and The Late Great United States.

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