Department of Offense

Stimulus bill explained
  
Shortly after class, an economics student approaches his economics 
professor and says, “I don’t understand this stimulus bill. Can you 
explain it to me?”
  
The professor replied, “I don’t have any time to explain it at my 
office, but if you come over to my house on Saturday and help me with 
my weekend project, I’ll be glad to explain it to you.” The student 
agreed.
  
At the agreed-upon time, the student showed up at the professor’s  house.
  
The professor stated that the weekend project involved his backyard 
pool. They both went out back to the pool, and the professor handed 
the student a bucket.
Demonstrating with his own bucket, the professor said, “First, go over 
to the deep end, and fill your bucket with as much water as you can.”
  
The student did as he was instructed.The professor then continued, 
“Follow me over to the shallow end, and then dump all the water from 
your bucket into it.”
  
The student was naturally confused, but did as he was told. 
The professor then explained they were going to do this many more 
times, and began walking back to the deep end of the pool.
  
The confused student asked, “Excuse me, but why are we doing this?”
  
The professor matter-of-factly stated that he was trying to make the 
shallow end much deeper.
  
The student didn’t think the economics professor was serious, but 
figured that he would find out the real story soon enough.
  
However, after the 6th trip between the shallow end and the deep end, 
the student began to become worried that his economics professor had 
gone mad.
  
The student finally replied, “All we’re doing is wasting valuable time 
and effort on unproductive pursuits. Even worse, when this process is 
all over, everything will be at the same level it was before, so all 
you’ll really have accomplished is the destruction of what could have 
been truly productive action!”
  
The professor put down his bucket and replied with a smile, 
“Congratulations. You now understand the stimulus bill.”

When  Chuck was a young cowboy in Montana he bought a horse from a farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the horse the next day.

The next day the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry son, but I have some bad news… the horse died.”

Chuck replied, “Well, then just give me my money back.”

The farmer said, “Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.”

Chuck said, “Ok, then, just bring me the dead horse.”

The farmer asked, “What ya gonna do with him?”

Chuck said, “I’m going to raffle him off.”

The farmer said, “You can’t raffle off a dead horse!”

Chuck said, “Sure I can, Watch me.  I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.”

A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, “What happened with that dead horse?”

Chuck said, “I raffled him off.  I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $998.”

The farmer said, “Didn’t anyone complain?”

Chuck said, “Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.”

Chuck grew up and now works for the government.  He’s the one who figured out how this “bail-out” is going to work.

Romanian Newspaper ArticleWe rarely get a chance to see another country’s editorial about the USA .

Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by Mr.

Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title ‘C’ntarea Americii, meaning ‘Ode To America ‘ in the Romanian newspaper Eveniment ulzilei ‘The Daily Event’ or ‘News of the Day’

~An Ode to America ~

Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs.

Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the heart.

Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the Secret Service that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. Instead the Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping hand.

After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or th e president was passing. On every occasion, they started singing: ‘ God Bless America !’

I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or thousands of people.

How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?

Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put into a collection aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.

What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way?

Their land? Their history? Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and m urmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things over, I reach ed but only one conclusion… Only freedom can work such miracles.

Cornel Nistorescu

 GOD BLESS AMERICA ! ! AMEN!!!!