I remember this playing on the radio and record player, in my house. Lots of good memories.
I remember this playing on the radio and record player, in my house. Lots of good memories.
May their dear souls and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the Mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
How much they have suffered. But, “God has stored our Tears In A Flask to crown us with Living Diamonds – from a Good Cry shared with HIM.”
via With More Vacation Days and Separate Travel, Price of Obama’s Annual Hawaiian Holiday Rises.
The US Economy is tanked! Yet, the Price of the Obamas Christmas 2011 Vacation in Hawaii is 4 MILLION DOLLARS.
US Taxpayers have our very own Christmas Scrooge, the Obamas. Because, gosh darn it, they deserve it! Whatever “it” is.
And, why not celebrate Jesus’ Birthday in style?
“The President’s staff and White House Press Corps stay at one of Hawaii’s oldest and most elegant hotels, the Moana Surfrider.”
HOUSING: $151,200
“The President and his family pay for their own beachfront rental (they are not staying in the Winter White House this year but rather a house on the same street further to the ocean point).
The Kailua rentals are fronted by the ocean and backed by a canal. So, the taxpayers must cover the costs for housing U.S. Secret Service, U.S. Coast Guard and Navy Seals in beach front and canal front homes in Kailua.”
The Obama’s have Snooker the Tax Payers again, because, dog gone it, they deserve it.
I wonder how many of you can afford to pay for Obama’s Vacation.
I wonder how many of you even take a vacation.
I wonder how many heads of state do this to their countrymen.
I do not think the Obama’s keep Christ in Christmas, or any other day of the year.
Christ Jesus was born in a stable and left out on a cross. He got a donkey to ride on through Jerusalem a week before He died, not a Corporate Jet or a Mercedes.
Well, I guess I’ll ask God to Bless the Obama’s with more sense than they have now. I hope they truly have a Blessed Christmas; not a Merry Christmas. There is a difference. Joy only comes from doing what is right. And, you really cannot have fun, if you know you’ve hurt someone else.
“God bless us everyone,” said Tiny Tim in the Christmas Carol about Scrooge. And, believe me, the Obama’s have Scrooged – the U.S. Taxpayers for Christmas 2011.
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