Bernie Sanders, Vermont Senator
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Bernie Sanders, Vermont Senator
I think you'll like it. I did.
When you make it possible for a soldier to make a free call home for the Holidays, there’s no telling what will pass between him and his loved ones. But one thing will be certain. You’ll have done exactly what the Holidays are all about: bringing warmth and cheer to the people who need it most – our brave servicemen and women who miss their families. And to the families who can hear for themselves that Daddy or Mommy is doing all right.
You can’t give out prepaid phone cards yourself. But that’s okay. Every year, the USO hands out thousands of cards to our soldiers so they can call home. We’ve seen the smiles on their faces when they take a card. Sometimes we even get to see the big, wide, silly grins when they make the call.
Just a little contribution goes a long way. A $10 phone card lasts for thirty-minutes—time for plenty of catching up. A $20 phone card lasts a whole hour. Please give whatever you can.
Just do it.
Friday, December 11, 2009
According to a study conducted by the Beacon Hill Institute of Boston for the FairTax campaign, charitable donations would increase by approximately 0.89 percent (compared with the rate of contribution if the current system continues) immediately after the FairTax is enacted and would further increase by 2.4 percent within ten years and 4.99 percent after twenty years.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
This article is true and was submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinner. It won first prize.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable Louise." She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying,"Hang on Granny! Hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, " Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the pantyhose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth to mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination and found the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot amber to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
There will be no Nativity Scene in Washington D.C. this year! The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a nativity scene this Christmas season. This isn't for any religious reason.
They simply have not been able to find Three Wise Men in the nation's capital.
PS. There was no problem finding enough asses to fill the stable.