An illegal alien in Polk County Florida who got pulled over in a routine traffic stop ended up ‘executing’ the deputy who stopped him. The deputy was shot eight times, including once behind his right ear at close range. Another deputy was wounded and a police dog killed. A state wide manhunt ensued.
The murderer was found hiding in a wooded area with his gun. After he shot at them, SWAT team officers open fired and hit the guy 68 times.
Now here’s the kicker:
Naturally, the liberal media went nuts and asked why they shot the poor undocumented immigrant 68 times. Sheriff Grady Judd told the Orlando Sentinel: (talk about an all-time classic answer!)
After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said:
‘Let me see if I’ve got this right.
You want me to go into that room with all those kids, correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dress habits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning.
You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride.
You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how to register to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job.
You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams.
You want me to provide them with an equal education regardless of their handicaps, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card.
You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.
You want me to do all this and then you tell me. . . I CAN’T PRAY?
Finished the update to my Iowa Autumn 2 theme. If I do say so myself, it’s a great update. I don’t have the theme’s wiki page updated with the image yet, but I do have the downloadable zip file in place. Just go to the “WP Mods” button on the navigation bar and then select “Iowa Autumn 2″ and then click the “download” link there.
I got this email a while ago, but it’s worth repeating now. Thanks, Judy!
A few weeks ago I was talking with an out of state friend. While we chatted, I kept talking about the upcoming Iowa game. He is not a big sports fan, and had never been to an Iowa Football game. He just could not understand my passion for Iowa Hawkeye Football. “What is the big deal about Iowa football? That is all I hear people talking about up here,” he asked.
Iowa Hawkeye Football is best described as a crisp fall day with 70,000+ people chanting I .. O .. W ..A.
Hawkeye Football is seeing a 9 month old at the game dressed in black and gold and thinking “If I had only been so lucky…”.
Hawkeye Football is the 60 year old from Sioux City who drives 6 hours every Saturday to park his RV in somebody’s yard and tailgate all day until the game.
Hawkeye Football is wearing a black and gold shirt in Denver, CO and having somebody stick their head out of a car at a stoplight and scream “GO HAWKS!”
Hawkeye Football is knowing at the tender age of 5 that the Cyclones are vicious evildoers to be hated, but having no idea why.
Hawkeye Football is a guy like Dallas Clark, who walks onto the team, 3 years later is a star, leaves a year early to play in the NFL, but was SO DAMN NICE that nobody can begrudge him for it.
Hawkeye Football is a guy like Shonn Greene, who came in with a scholarship but lost it due to bad grades, worked hard in the classroom so as not to let his teammates down and ended up leading the Big 10 in rushing, and never ONCE forgot to credit his teammates in helping him.
Hawkeye Football is having one of your starting offensive lineman graduate to go to med school!
Hawkeye Football is naming your firstborn son Hayden.
Hawkeye Football is the little black and gold flags waving off of every car antenna caravanning up and down I-80 and I-380 every Saturday on their way to Iowa City.
Hawkeye Football is the bricks of Kinnick and the grass on the field with the smell in the air of some kind of meat barbecuing that will soon be put on a stick and sold to a tanked undergrad who can no longer speak as they are hoarse from screaming from the front row of the student section.
Hawkeye Football is 12 weeks of getting up at 6 a.m. on Saturday mornings, drinking Bloody Marys and eating a bowl of chili on Melrose before the sun comes up.
Hawkeye Football is being anywhere in Iowa City on a Saturday afternoon and hearing a dull roar come through the air and thinking, “Hmmm, we must’ve scored”.
Hawkeye Football is not being able to get up and make it to your 8:00 class Monday through Friday, but managing to be in your favorite Iowa City parking lot with a cold beer in hand before 6:00 on Saturday.
Hawkeye Football is sitting in Kinnick with your out of state friend and have him turn to you and scream through the roar of the crowd, “I’ve never seen anything like this before … it’s amazing.”
Muscatine, IA
