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The
following Web Address
will take you to a Web Site
that has a "Live Recording"
of the part of the Show
where Red Skelton gave the Pledge of Allegiance.
If you have never heard him deliver this,
you should go
to the following Web Site.
http://home.att.net/%7EPoofcatt/july.html>
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I got this link from Shriners-2000,
you must see it, it big and takes a minute
or two to load, but worth it
It can be re-played watch
in full screen, if you can |
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http://www.a992.com/HTML/america002.swf
This site pretty much says it
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FROM
ROMANIA:
RECOGNITION (AND ENVY) OF THE AMERICAN ETHOS AND ÉLAN!!
Subject: Editorial from a Romanian newspaper
An ode to America
Why are Americans so united? They don't resemble
one another even if you paint them! They speak all the languages
of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations. Some of
them are nearly extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and
in matters of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many they are.
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, the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody
rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed on the streets nearby to gape about.
The Americans volunteered to donate blood and to
give a helping hand. After the first moments of panic, they raised the
flag on 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 minister or the president was passing. On every occasion they started
singing their traditional song: "God
Bless America!".
Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday
once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There were Clint
Eastwood, Willie Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, Cassius Clay [M.
Ali], Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Silvester Stalone, James Wood,
and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring together. The
American's solidarity spirit turned them into a choir. Actually, choir
is not the word. What you could hear was the heavy artillery of the
America n soul.
What neither George W.
Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor Colin Powell could say without facing the
risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was being heard in a great and
unmistakable way in this charity concert.
I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing of America
didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made you green
with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country without
running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or
suspected of who-knows-what mean interests.
I watched the live broadcast and the rerun of its
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 fought with the terrorists and
prevented the plane from hitting a target that would have killed other
hundreds or thousands of people. How on earth were they able to bow
before a fellow human?
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 in a collection aimed at rewarding not a
man or a family, but a spirit which nothing can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a
way? Their land? Their galloping history? Their economic power? Money? I
tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases
which risk of sounding like commonplaces. I thought things over, but I
reached only one conclusion.
Only freedom can work such miracles!
SEND TO SHRINERS-2000 BY:
So good it must be shared.
Bob Tryon Zorah Shrine Terre Haute, In |
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bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her, Through the night with the light from
above.
From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans, wide with
hope,
God bless
America,
My home sweet home.
From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans, wide with hope,
God bless America,
My home sweet home.
God bless America,
My home sweet home
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An
open letter to a terrorist:
Well, you hit the World Trade Center,
but you
missed America.
You hit the Pentagon,
but you
missed America.
You used helpless American bodies, to take out other American bodies,
but like a poor marksman,
you
STILL missed America.
Why? Because of something you guys will never understand. America isn't
about a building or two, not about financial centers, not about military
centers,
America isn't about a place,
America isn't even about a bunch of bodies
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America is
about an IDEA.
An idea, that you can go someplace where you can earn as much as you can
figure out how to, live for the most part, like you envisioned living,
and pursue Happiness. (No guarantees that you'll reach it, but you can
sure try!)
Go ahead and whine your terrorist whine, and chant your terrorist
litany: "If you can not see my point, then feel my pain." This
concept is alien to Americans. We live in a country where we don't have
to see your point. But you're free to have one. We don't have to listen
to your speech. But you're free to say one. Don't know where you got the
strange idea that everyone has to agree with you.
There's a spirit that tends to take over people who come to this
country, looking for opportunity, looking for liberty, looking for
freedom. Even if they misuse it. You guys seem to be incapable of
understanding that we don't live in
America, America
lives in US!
American
Spirit is what it's called. And killing a few thousand of us, or a few
million of us, won't change it.
Most of
the time, it's a pretty happy-go-lucky kind of Spirit. Until we're
crossed in a cowardly manner, then it becomes an entirely different kind
of Spirit.
Wait until you see what we do with that Spirit, this time.
Sleep tight,
if you can.
We're
coming.
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