No Brainer

Cindy Sheehan is travelling around the world speaking to anyone who will listen to her rhetoric about the Iraqi War, President Bush and fighting terrorism.

I don't know this woman from Jack, but from what I've read about her views on the Iraqi War, President Bush and the military, her remarks and ideals make my stomach churn. Anyone that praises soldiers who've gone AWOL from the military needs to have their head checked!

How in the world others consider what she's doing as noble is also beyond me! Seriously, why are soldiers being praised for quitting the military illegally instead of finishing their period of service they initially signed up for in the first place? Lately, it seems doing the illegal is the right thing and doing the legal is wrong. As far as most mainstream media is concerned, people are noble for going AWOL, being imprisoned, or being a terrorist. But soldiers fighting terrorism are baby-killers, rapists and warmongers, politicians upholding the constitution and morals are evil.

People who believe what Cindy Sheehan and the likes are doing is good and noble are sadly blinded by the leftist media. Take off the blinders guys and don't let the mass media fool you!

I remember when Robert Zeilter and I were paddling out on our surfboards at Carlin park back when we were high school students. The weather was somewhat stormy and the water was rough and murky. We were about 100 yards out off the shore when a huge shark surfaced about 30 feet in front of us. The shark was about 10 feet long, if not larger. We immediately stopped paddling and sat up on our boards with our feet up out of the water resting on our boards. There was not much we could do considering we were so far out in the water away from shore. So we just sat there. About a minute or two later, what seemed an eternity, the shark finally went back down to the depths of the ocean.
Now, for some of you reading this, you might think we were relieved. But if you really think about it, you'll realize this was worse. Now we had no idea where the shark was. We just sat there and sat there. About 5 minutes later, we heard a bunch of surfers down the way yelling, “Shark! Shark!” And as information travels on the water, we soon found out it was a huge shark, our shark. It had found its prey, a dead puffer fish. We figured it was too busy thrashing on its lunch to come bother with us, so we paddled out further and surfed for the rest of the day never to see it again. Of course, we’ll never get the picture of the shark out of our minds though. The fear of seeing such a large shark a short distance from us has been burned into our minds.