Comedian or Savage

“A video that shows the beheading of American Steven Sotloff was delivered as a “second message to America” to halt airstrikes in Iraq.” CNN, 2 September 2014

“”A Nation Signed With Blood to the Nation of The Cross” The gruesome five-minute video shows a line of men in orange jumpsuits being walked along a beach front with a masked jihadi grabbing their arm.” Mirror, 15 February 2015

“Video of the incident has been shared by ISIS supporters on social media and show a child no older than 10 carrying out a brutal beheading.” Daily Mail, 17 July 2015

“A local Police Chief was stopped at a militant checkpoint and beheaded.” Town Hall, 24 May 2017

Did you find any humor in any of the news clips I shared? Maybe you need to read them again.
Perhaps you read them many times or just once and was disgusted each time. In fact, I bet each time you read them your level of disgust went a little higher. Chances are you did not see the humor or even the slightest hint of humor.

So why would someone who claims to be a comedian hold a bloody decapitated head of the President of the United States; the greatest nation, the freest nation, the nation that has for over 200 years opened our arms and did everything we could for anyone, the nation where are core values are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness find any humor in doing something so vile that even left leaning media has declared beheading to be gruesome?

In January we thought the left was over the top when a performer at a “Women’s March” said she had “thought about blowing up the white house.”

And then in February when an actor said on daytime tv sitting with women who give the impression they hate America and all we represent, “of course I want to punch him in the face.”

The left has now hit the absolute bottom – they are no better than Islamic terrorist. Actually, they are worse. You expect the Islamic Terrorist to do such savage actions…you don’t expect a comedian to stoop so low just to get her name in the media. I for one, will not give her recognition…not until she is looking out from behind bars for a “hate crime.”

The Shiver of 13 Folds

As I stood on the curb shoulder to shoulder with 3 brave men I was shivering like it was zero degrees with a 20 mile per hour wind. My shoulders and even my knees were shaking. It was raining, not hard but constant and there was a little breeze but the temperature was closer to fifty-five degrees than a negative number with wind chill. Between my freshly cleaned white gloves was a symbol so great It felt like the weight of the world in that plastic case.

It was our turn to step off the curb while the Marine on my left called cadence and we stepped in unison. As we moved toward the center of the street preparing to follow the group in front of us, I still could not stop shivering. I have been outside in cold weather so many times but have never felt such a reaction, this was no normal chill overtaking me.

The four of us began our march down the street, the two outside with arms, the proud next to me holding the umbrella and calling cadence and me with holding on for dear life with the packaged entrusted to me; the item wrapped in plastic with the white stars faced up in a brilliant blue background.

Left, right left. I was concentrating on staying on step with these brave men on both sides of me. These brave men who were there once again to protect me and help me accomplish the task at hand. These brave men who so proudly served this great nation and no doubt would do it again when called upon.

As I walked down the street gripping that very special package it struck me, the shivering was not for the cold of temperature but the cold the many families feel when they are handed that very special symbol when they lose a loved one who so proudly gave the ultimate for our nation. Imagine the shiver they must feel when they are first handed the last item that has kept their son, daughter, husband, wife, Mom or Dad warm on their last journey.

I could feel that shiver from all the families who on this very solemn day never forget those they lost. For a short period of time I was entrusted with a great Honor…not just the Honor of walking with three of America’s proudest and bravest men but the Honor of carrying our Flag folded with 13 folds to symbolize what so many brave Americans have given to give me the right to humbly walk shoulder to should with some of America’s finest. I am and will forever be grateful for all the men and women in our military who have, do and will continue to protect live, liberty and the pursuit of happiness