• Wednesday’s Hero – 29 October 2014 – Cpt. Joseph O’Callahan

    This post was suggested by Michael

    Cpt. Joseph O'Callahan
    Cpt. Joseph O’Callahan
    58 years old from Worcester, Mass
    Naval Reserve Chaplain Corps, USS Franklin
    May 14, 1905 – March 18, 1964
    U.S. Navy

    From Cpt. O’Callahan’s Medal Of Honor citation:

    For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty while serving as chaplain on board the U.S.S. Franklin when that vessel was fiercely attacked by enemy Japanese aircraft during offensive operations near Kobe, Japan, on 19 March 1945. A valiant and forceful leader, calmly braving the perilous barriers of flame and twisted metal to aid his men and his ship, Lt. Comdr. O’Callahan groped his way through smoke-filled corridors to the shells, rockets, and other armament. With the ship rocked by incessant explosions, with debris and fragments raining down and fires raging in ever-increasing fury, he ministered to the wounded and dying, comforting and encouraging men of all faiths; he organized and led firefighting crews into the blazing inferno on the flight deck; he directed the jettisoning of live ammunition and the flooding of the magazine; he manned a hose to cool hot, armed bombs rolling dangerously on the listing deck, continuing his efforts, despite searing, suffocating smoke which forced men to fall back gasping and imperiled others who replaced them. Serving with courage, fortitude, and deep spiritual strength, Lt. Comdr. O’Callahan.

    You can read more about Cpt. O’Callahan here

    These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives just so others may get to enjoy freedom. For that I am proud to call them Hero. Those Who Say That We’re In A Time When There Are No Heroes, They Just Don’t Know Where To Look

    Wounded Warrior Project – Because So Many Have Come Back With Injuries, Seen And Unseen

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  • Democrats and Republicans

    (‘different’ in name only)
    All the people that run this country, both Democrats and Republicans Say, “We’re broke” and can’t help our own…






    But, over the last several years THEY have provided direct cash aid to….

    Hamas – $351 M,

    Libya $1.45 B,

    Egypt – $397 M,

    Mexico – $622 M,

    Russia – $380 M,

    Haiti – $1.4 B,

    Jordan – $463 M,

    Kenya – $816 M,

    Sudan – $870 M,

    Nigeria – $456 M,

    Uganda – $451 M,

    Congo – $359 M,

    Ethiopia – $981 M,

    Pakistan – $2 B,

    South Africa – $566 M,

    Senegal – $698 M,

    Mozambique – $404 M,

    Zambia – $331 M,

    Kazakhstan – $304 M,

    Iraq – $1.08 B,

    Tanzania – $554 M,

    …with literally Billions of Dollars and they still hate us!!!!

    On the other hand, our retired seniors, living on a ‘fixed income,’ receive LITTLE or NO aid! Nor do they get any breaks, while our government and religious organizations will pour hundreds of billions Of $$$$$$’s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!

    Someone needs to explain to them that CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME!

    Another atrocity….

    We have Hundreds of adoptable American Children who are shoved aside to make room for the adoption of foreign orphans. America a country where we have countless homeless without shelter, children going to bed hungry, elderly going without needed medication and the Mentally ill without treatment — etc.


    They will have a ‘Benefit’ Show for the people of Foreign Countries, on TV Stations; ships and planes lining up with food, water, tents, clothes, bedding, doctors and medical supplies.

    Now Just Imagine if our own *GOVERNMENT* gave ‘US’ the same support they give to foreign countries.

    Sad, isn’t it? We need to dump every one of these ###holes in government..we the people need to start making the laws and stop all this wasteful spending.


  • Silly Sunday


    A midget from Texas was experiencing constant pain in his crotch area. The midget went to the doctor and told him about his problem.

    The doctor told him to drop his pants and he would have a look. The midget dropped his pants. The doctor stood him up onto the examining table, and started to examine him. The doctor put one finger under his left testicle and told the midget to turn his head and cough, the usual method to check for a hernia.

    “Hmm…” mumbled the doctor, and as he put his finger under the right testicle, he asked the midget to cough again. “Aha!” said the doctor, and reached for his surgical scissors.

    Snip-snip-snip-snip on the right side… then snip-snip-snip-snip on the left side.

    The midget was so scared he was afraid to look, but noted with amazement that the snipping did not hurt.

    The doctor then told the midget to walk around the examining room to see if his testicles still hurt.

    The midget was absolutely delighted as he walked around and discovered his testicles were no longer aching.

    The doctor said, “How does that feel now?”

    The midget replied, “Perfect Doc , and I didn’t even feel it. What did you do?”

    The doctor replied “I cut two inches off the top of your cowboy boots.”

  • Wednesday’s Hero – 22 October 2014 – Maj. Charles Watters

    This post was suggested by Michael

    Maj. Charles Watters
    Maj. Charles Watters
    40 years old from Jersey City, New Jersey
    Army Chaplain Corps, 173rd Support Battalion
    January 17, 1927 – November 19, 1967
    U.S. Army

    From Maj. Watters’s Medal Of Honor citation:

    For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. Chaplain Watters distinguished himself during an assault in the vicinity of Dak To. Chaplain Watters was moving with one of the companies when it engaged a heavily armed enemy battalion. As the battle raged and the casualties mounted, Chaplain Watters, with complete disregard for his safety, rushed forward to the line of contact. Unarmed and completely exposed, he moved among, as well as in front of the advancing troops, giving aid to the wounded, assisting in their evacuation, giving words of encouragement, and administering the last rites to the dying. When a wounded paratrooper was standing in shock in front of the assaulting forces, Chaplain Watters ran forward, picked the man up on his shoulders and carried him to safety. As the troopers battled to the first enemy entrenchment, Chaplain Watters ran through the intense enemy fire to the front of the entrenchment to aid a fallen comrade. A short time later, the paratroopers pulled back in preparation for a second assault. Chaplain Watters exposed himself to both friendly and enemy fire between the two forces in order to recover two wounded soldiers. Later, when the battalion was forced to pull back into a perimeter, Chaplain Watters noticed that several wounded soldiers were lying outside the newly formed perimeter. Without hesitation and ignoring attempts to restrain him, Chaplain Watters left the perimeter three times in the face of small arms, automatic weapons, and mortar fire to carry and to assist the injured troopers to safety. Satisfied that all of the wounded were inside the perimeter, he began aiding the medics … applying field bandages to open wounds, obtaining and serving food and water, giving spiritual and mental strength and comfort. During his ministering, he moved out to the perimeter from position to position redistributing food and water, and tending to the needs of his men. Chaplain Watters was giving aid to the wounded when he himself was mortally wounded. Chaplain Watters’ unyielding perseverance and selfless devotion to his comrades was in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Army.

    You can read more about Maj. Charles Watters here

    These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives just so others may get to enjoy freedom. For that I am proud to call them Hero. Those Who Say That We’re In A Time When There Are No Heroes, They Just Don’t Know Where To Look

    Wounded Warrior Project – Because So Many Have Come Back With Injuries, Seen And Unseen

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  • Silly Sunday


    As she was flying down the road, a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on the other side lying in wait.

    The cop pulled her over, walked up to the car, with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked, ‘what is your hurry?

    To which she replied ” I am late for work”.

    “Oh yeah, and what do you do?” said the cop.

    I am a rectum stretcher,’ she responded.

    The cop stammered, “A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a rectum stretcher do?”

    “Well,” she said, “I start by inserting one finger, then work my way up to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in. I work from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly but surely stretch it, until it is about six feet wide’.

    “And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?”, he asked.

    “You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge”.

    Traffic Ticket $95.00
    Court Costs $45.00
    Look on the cop’s face PRICELESS

  • Kilroy was here!


    He is engraved in stone in the National War Memorial in Washington, DC, back in a small alcove where very few people have seen it. For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history. Anyone born in 1913 to about 1950, is familiar with Kilroy. No one knew why he was so well known, but everybody seemed to get into it.

    So who was Kilroy?


    In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article. Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had evidence of his identity.


    ‘Kilroy’ was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war who worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. Riveters were on piecework and got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn’t be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would erase the mark. Later on, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters.

    One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his check mark on each job he inspected, but added ‘KILROY WAS HERE’ in king-sized letters next to the check, and eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence and that became part of the Kilroy message.


    Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks. Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With the war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of
    servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.


    His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over Europe and the South Pacific.


    Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo. To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.

    Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable
    it is said to be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arc de Triomphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon.


    As the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held Islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!


    In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference. Its’ first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and
    asked his aide (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”


    To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car, which he gave to
    his nine children as a Christmas gift and set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy yard in Halifax, Massachusetts.


    And The Tradition Continues…


    EVEN Outside Osama Bin Laden’s House!!!