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duke
2017-10-11 22:01:55 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.

On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.

You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.

Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE

National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Kevrob
2017-10-11 22:08:11 UTC
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Cut n' paste of "anonymous" essay circulating on the net.

Example:

http://www.chattanoogan.com/2017/9/30/355833/Roy-Exum---Not-Funny-Saturday.aspx

Earl didn't write it, of course.

Kevin R
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2017-10-11 22:46:25 UTC
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Subject: My life as told by duke
I graduated high school in 1911. Your teenage years were a struggle. because you were fat awkward and extremely out of place and because you had a firm belief that fairies were real. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family also fat and duisgusting and with a persistant body odor and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 325 lbs and could run 15 yards in 4.2 days while carrying a football.
Wow duke we all knew you were a loser, thanks for the verification
Marvin Sebourn
2017-10-12 02:26:36 UTC
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Cut n' paste of "anonymous" essay circulating on the net.
http://www.chattanoogan.com/2017/9/30/355833/Roy-Exum---Not-Funny-Saturday.aspx
Earl didn't write it, of course.
Could he even read it, Kevin?

Marvin Sebourn
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Kevrob
2017-10-13 02:01:23 UTC
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Cut n' paste of "anonymous" essay circulating on the net.
http://www.chattanoogan.com/2017/9/30/355833/Roy-Exum---Not-Funny-Saturday.aspx
Earl didn't write it, of course.
Could he even read it, Kevin?
Arguably, that's not necessary for cutting n' pasting.

Kevin R
duke
2017-10-12 17:24:24 UTC
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Cut n' paste of "anonymous" essay circulating on the net.
http://www.chattanoogan.com/2017/9/30/355833/Roy-Exum---Not-Funny-Saturday.aspx
Earl didn't write it, of course.
That's right, I didn't.

the dukester, American-American


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The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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Rod
2017-10-11 23:02:29 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
Duke, I would like to have your permission to post this on my
facebook page with the proper credits of course.
duke
2017-10-12 11:24:11 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Atlatl Axolotl
2017-10-12 17:06:22 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.
Do you watch the games on TV?



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duke
2017-10-13 17:55:14 UTC
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On Thu, 12 Oct 2017 10:06:22 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.
Do you watch the games on TV?
Mostly listen while doing something else.
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Rod
2017-10-12 17:36:10 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.
the dukester, American-American
I always feel better when I ask permission.

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2017-10-14 10:30:01 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.
the dukester, American-American
Yes, it says that you're a plagiarist, fat boy.
duke
2017-10-15 17:41:23 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Rod, be my guest. Author unknown. The last sentence says it all.
Yes, it says that you're a plagiarist, fat boy.
I never quote a dingaling like you without a cross reference.

the dukester, American-American


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and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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Atlatl Axolotl
2017-10-12 01:42:29 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Do you watch the games on TV?


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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
Do you watch the games on TV?
Not much.

the dukester, American-American


*****
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and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Atlatl Axolotl
2017-10-12 17:53:51 UTC
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On Wed, 11 Oct 2017 18:42:29 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
.> >Do you watch the games on TV?
.> Not much.

But when you do, as a good patriot, and out of respect to our
troops and our flag, do you stand up at home when they
play the national anthem?



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duke
2017-10-13 17:56:23 UTC
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Post by duke
On Wed, 11 Oct 2017 18:42:29 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
.> >Do you watch the games on TV?
.> Not much.
But when you do, as a good patriot, and out of respect to our
troops and our flag, do you stand up at home when they
play the national anthem?
I'm not before the Flag.

the dukester, American-American


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The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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Ted
2017-10-13 17:59:00 UTC
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On Thu, 12 Oct 2017 10:53:51 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
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Post by duke
On Wed, 11 Oct 2017 18:42:29 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
.> >Do you watch the games on TV?
.> Not much.
But when you do, as a good patriot, and out of respect to our
troops and our flag, do you stand up at home when they
play the national anthem?
I'm not before the Flag.
the dukester, American-American
Bullshit, Duke. My wife's an NFL fan and she always stands during the
national anthem on TV. You're just a hypocritical asshole.
duke
2017-10-15 17:42:22 UTC
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Post by duke
On Thu, 12 Oct 2017 10:53:51 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
On Wed, 11 Oct 2017 18:42:29 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
.> >Do you watch the games on TV?
.> Not much.
But when you do, as a good patriot, and out of respect to our
troops and our flag, do you stand up at home when they
play the national anthem?
I'm not before the Flag.
the dukester, American-American
Bullshit, Duke. My wife's an NFL fan and she always stands during the
national anthem on TV. You're just a hypocritical asshole.
Why don't you?

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Ted
2017-10-15 18:57:27 UTC
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Post by duke
On Thu, 12 Oct 2017 10:53:51 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
On Wed, 11 Oct 2017 18:42:29 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
.> >Do you watch the games on TV?
.> Not much.
But when you do, as a good patriot, and out of respect to our
troops and our flag, do you stand up at home when they
play the national anthem?
I'm not before the Flag.
the dukester, American-American
Bullshit, Duke. My wife's an NFL fan and she always stands during the
national anthem on TV. You're just a hypocritical asshole.
Why don't you?
the dukester, American-American
I'm not even in the room. But I wouldn't stand for the anthem anyway,
unless I were in a crowd.
Carl Kaufmann
2017-10-13 01:32:57 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
duke
2017-10-13 10:59:56 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Mitchell Holman
2017-10-13 12:36:41 UTC
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Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
Funny that conservative senate candidate
Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
about "flag desecration".

What hypocrites you are.



http://www.somethingawful.com/news/kid-rock-flag/

http://tinyurl.com/y8behs9o
Christopher A. Lee
2017-10-13 13:33:15 UTC
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Post by Mitchell Holman
Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
Funny that conservative senate candidate
Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
about "flag desecration".
What hypocrites you are.
http://www.somethingawful.com/news/kid-rock-flag/
http://tinyurl.com/y8behs9o
Like I said, it's enforced, jingoistic, unthinking, extreme patriotism
- one of the hallmarks of fascism.
duke
2017-10-14 16:52:17 UTC
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Post by Mitchell Holman
Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
Funny that conservative senate candidate
Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
about "flag desecration".
He's a good American. He wraps himself in the flag, not a rotten crumb like
some of the nfl players.
Post by Mitchell Holman
What hypocrites you are.
http://www.somethingawful.com/news/kid-rock-flag/
http://tinyurl.com/y8behs9o
the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Atlatl Axolotl
2017-10-14 17:20:53 UTC
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Post by duke
Post by Mitchell Holman
Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
.> > Funny that conservative senate candidate
.> >Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
.> >like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
.> >about "flag desecration".
.> He's a good American.

PFFFTTT! I'm guessing you didn't have the slightest
idea who Kid Rock is until Mitchel mentioned him.
Course I could be wrong; could be that you
watched that video of him getting sucked off
by Pamela Lee Anderson. Watched it over and over and over
and over and over...


AA
Post by duke
He wraps himself in the flag, not a rotten crumb like
some of the nfl players.
Post by Mitchell Holman
What hypocrites you are.
http://www.somethingawful.com/news/kid-rock-flag/
http://tinyurl.com/y8behs9o
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
Ted
2017-10-14 18:27:49 UTC
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Post by Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
.> > Funny that conservative senate candidate
.> >Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
.> >like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
.> >about "flag desecration".
.> He's a good American.
PFFFTTT! I'm guessing you didn't have the slightest
idea who Kid Rock is until Mitchel mentioned him.
Course I could be wrong; could be that you
watched that video of him getting sucked off
by Pamela Lee Anderson. Watched it over and over and over
and over and over...
AA
LOL. But perhaps not. There are reasons to suspect Duke may be homosexual.
duke
2017-10-15 17:44:19 UTC
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On Sat, 14 Oct 2017 10:20:53 -0700 (PDT), Atlatl Axolotl
Post by Atlatl Axolotl
Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a
struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother
was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof
over your head and food on your plate. Academics were a struggle
for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in
4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just
like you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to
football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for
minimum wage.. You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities
where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was
best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked
double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend
signed paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer
workouts. He went to basic training. You spent the next four years
living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent
your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.
Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class
when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights,
ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the
101stAirborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to
Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. He became a Sergeant and led a
squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did. He shed
his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their
lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited
for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent
immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a
single down of professional football. Your best friend re-enlisted
in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he
will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will
ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat
loaded soldiers. You will sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in
the ground and try to sleep. You will "make it rain" in the club..
He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees. On
Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans
cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little
difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are
no adoring fans. There are only people trying to kill him and his
soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and
"go to the rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL
game on TV. When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he
will jump to his feet and salute the television. While you protest
the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to
God that he has the honor of defending his great country. To the
players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch
you on TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so
we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we
love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you
offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we
have the absolute right to boycott you. We have tolerated your drug
use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of
wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone
too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our
police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American
dream, yet you disparage our great country. I am done with NFL
football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL
as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day
Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket
holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty
stadiums. Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor
our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
.> > Funny that conservative senate candidate
.> >Kid Rock cuts a hole in the flag and wears it
.> >like a poncho and you rightwingers say nothing
.> >about "flag desecration".
.> He's a good American.
PFFFTTT! I'm guessing you didn't have the slightest
idea who Kid Rock is until Mitchel mentioned him.
People and he and I wear the flag we're that dedicated to the American spirit.
Post by Atlatl Axolotl
Course I could be wrong; could be that you
watched that video of him getting sucked off
by Pamela Lee Anderson. Watched it over and over and over
and over and over...
You pervert.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Carl Kaufmann
2017-10-13 21:55:59 UTC
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Post by duke
Post by Carl Kaufmann
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
And they have the right to be.
Each and everyone of them.
Post by duke
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
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2017-10-14 16:54:25 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
And they have the right to be.
Each and everyone of them.
And thus we have the right to pee on their heads, each and everyone of them.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Carl Kaufmann
2017-10-14 17:36:33 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
And they have the right to be.
Each and everyone of them.
And thus we have the right to pee on their heads, each and everyone of them.
No. That would be assault.
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the dukester, American-American
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The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
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duke
2017-10-15 17:45:34 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
And they have the right to be.
Each and everyone of them.
And thus we have the right to pee on their heads, each and everyone of them.
No. That would be assault.
I'm a powerful peer, but I'm not that powerful.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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Ted
2017-10-14 18:27:54 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
No, the NFL players are flag and country desecraters.
And they have the right to be.
Each and everyone of them.
And thus we have the right to pee on their heads, each and everyone of them.
the dukester, American-American
Make sure you get the video, Duke. I'll pay money to see it.
Jeanne Douglas
2017-10-15 23:06:02 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
*****
In other words "Don't you dare exercise the rights that they died
defending."
Exactly. And that's why so many veterans are supporting the players.
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Idlehands
2017-10-13 04:50:02 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better

A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
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Average people from their experiences.
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2017-10-13 08:04:28 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
The National Anthem ceremony is like the pledge ceremony - enforced
jingoistic patriotism that smacks of fascism.
duke
2017-10-13 11:02:51 UTC
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https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
The National Anthem ceremony is like the pledge ceremony - enforced
jingoistic patriotism that smacks of fascism.
Only if you're a commie.

the dukester, American-American


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and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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duke
2017-10-13 11:02:03 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Idlehands
2017-10-17 04:30:57 UTC
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Post by Idlehands
Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
the dukester, American-American
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
--
Smart people learn from everything and anyone.
Average people from their experiences.
Stupid people already have all the answers.
Socrates
John Baker
2017-10-17 10:42:17 UTC
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Post by duke
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, Earl. You never have much of an idea of anything.
Post by Idlehands
Post by duke
the dukester, American-American
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
I doubt Earl has much choice in the matter. He hasn't demonstrated any
capacity for learning in all the years he's been here.







AA #1898
Giver of No Fucks
Keeper of the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch
duke
2017-10-18 12:44:19 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.

the dukester, American-American


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and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
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Ted
2017-10-18 13:52:00 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
the dukester, American-American
Most people would say that faking an engineering to degree to avoid
Vietnam is much less patriotic than supporting a First Amendment right.
Idlehands
2017-10-19 01:58:58 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?

I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
--
Smart people learn from everything and anyone.
Average people from their experiences.
Stupid people already have all the answers.
Socrates
duke
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.

It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.

the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Kit
2017-10-19 15:38:06 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.
It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.
What's more important to you: Respecting a piece of cloth or respecting a fellow human being?

-- Kit
Post by duke
the dukester, American-American
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and a good cigar.
G.K. Chesterton
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Ted
2017-10-20 04:55:25 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.
It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.
What's more important to you: Respecting a piece of cloth or respecting a
fellow human being?
-- Kit
And the First Amendment.
duke
2017-10-20 21:34:02 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.
It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.
What's more important to you: Respecting a piece of cloth or respecting a fellow human being?
Is the human being a piece of shit?


the dukester, American-American


*****
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine
and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****
Idlehands
2017-10-20 04:03:43 UTC
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You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.
It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.
It's amazing to watch a country base how "patriotic" people are to a
sporting event that involves no other country by their own. I won't
even mention the fact the military paid the NFL to have their players on
the field for the anthem when before they stayed in the locker room.

Why did the military pay for this? Ever wonder about that?

Probably not, that would require actual thought as opposed to blind
obedience.
--
Smart people learn from everything and anyone.
Average people from their experiences.
Stupid people already have all the answers.
Socrates
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2017-10-20 21:47:52 UTC
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You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Too bad you don't know how to show it.
It's amazing to sit in the stands and see hundreds of lemons come flying out
over my head from the stands when the nfl (barf, barf) players refuse to respect
our American flag and the National Anthem.
It's amazing to watch a country base how "patriotic" people are to a
sporting event that involves no other country by their own. I won't
even mention the fact the military paid the NFL to have their players on
the field for the anthem when before they stayed in the locker room.
Well, I think each player on each team should be paid $1000 a game. Then they
could kneel during the anthem.

How many of the POS spend 20 or 50% of their pay to help build up the blighted
neighborhoods they come from. How many of the POS grant college educations to
the hoods in their hoods. Why are the Chicago drug lords murdering each other?
What do you call a young hood driving an expensive Mercedes - a drug mule.

Instead they wrap themselves in sexy easy women, wear lots of gold and drive big
expensive cars and living high on the hog.
Post by Idlehands
Why did the military pay for this? Ever wonder about that?
Probably not, that would require actual thought as opposed to blind
obedience.
So what is your answer?

The military forces put on flight exhibitions all over the country, walk in
parades, etc. They're showing their stuff.

the dukester, American-American


*****
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and a good cigar.

G.K. Chesterton
*****

hypatiab7
2017-10-20 18:59:05 UTC
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You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
the dukester, American-American
https://www.thedailybeast.com/trolls-scammers-and-verified-facebook-pages-made-this-combat-wounded-vet-an-anti-kneeling-meme-his-real-story-is-much-better
A rebuttal of sorts to this "story". I guess free speech only applies
to certain people in the US.
A rebuttal?? No idea what you're trying to say.
Of course you don't, it's much easier for your ilk to live in ignorance
than to actually learn something.
Does this mean you are strongly anti-American.
You have no reading skills do you?
I am strongly anti-ignorance, anti-group think, strongly anti-labeling
and pigeon holing.
Hey,MadArtieJoe got a thesaurus.
Atlatl Axolotl
2017-10-13 19:15:06 UTC
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Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
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Ted
2017-10-13 23:09:50 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DKbkPv-V4AAytNK.jpg
aa
Yep.
Olrik
2017-10-14 04:02:45 UTC
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Post by duke
Subject: To the NFL players
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You
grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the
family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your
plate. Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best.
The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40
yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football. Your best friend was just like
you, except he didn't play football. Instead of going to football practice
after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.. You were
recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year
making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you
their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend
worked double shifts at Mickey D's. College was not an option for him.
On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed
paperwork with his Army recruiter. You went to summer workouts. He went to
basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm,
eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field,
cheered on by adoring fans. Tutors attended to your every academic need. You
attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted
weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football
players in the country. Your best friend was assigned to the 101stAirborne
Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan
twice. He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19-year-old soldiers who grew up
just like he did. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's
give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA.. You went to the NFL
combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day.
You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work,
ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million
although you had never played a single down of professional football. Your best
friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant,
he will be paid $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the
back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers. You will
sleep at the Ritz. He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You will
"make it rain" in the club.. He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches
120 degrees. On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of
fans cheer and yell your name. For your best friend, there is little difference
between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There
are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and "go to the
rear" to rest. He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV. When the
National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute
the television. While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States,
he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.
To the players of the NFL: We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on
TV, and wear your jerseys. We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for
you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care
little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to
express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you. We have
tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar
displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right. But now you have gone too far.
You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and
our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great
country. I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to
boycott the NFL as well. --- SHARE, SHARE, SHARE
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend.
Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from
attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post along to
all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the
American Flag draped over their coffin. Please "share", "copy and paste".
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DKbkPv-V4AAytNK.jpg
:-D
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