Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation
Monday, November 28, 2005
Watched a great show on the History Channel last night: Comanche Warriors. And to my pleasant surprise, who was one of the narrators but our brother blogger, Bad Eagle aka Dr. David Yeagley! The History Channel never disappoints as to teaching me something new. As a history buff, I was familiar with Comanche history, their reputation as powerful warriors, the almost successful government plan for their annihilation, Quanah Parker, and the collapse of the tribe and their way of life. But I had never known that while the Navajo were heralded as the Code Talkers who helped win battles in the Pacific in WW2, the Comanches performed a similar service to their country in the D-Day invasion. How about a movie telling of Commanche contributions to the success of D-Day? With Quanah Parker as a true historical character, rather than Nicolas Cage as a fictional one? Really. What's fair is fair. If Hollywood were to make a movie about the history of the Super Bowl, would only one team be featured? I don't think so. Comanches Unite! Write your leaders! Tell them the American public deserves to know the 'rest of the story' of Native American heroism in fighting to defend a country that tried to annihilate them a half century earlier.
"Bad Eagle.com is the first website for American Indian Patriots, and the only voice of conservative American Indian thought. Dr. David A. Yeagley, direct descendent of the Comanche warrior Bad Eagle (1839-1906), is the first conservative American Indian in the American media."
>^..^< "HERNDON, VA –Warren County Community College adjunct English professor, John Daly resigned last night before the school’s board of trustees began an emergency meeting to discuss the professor’s fate." Also related.
>^..^< Capt B says it was another fine day in Iraq. I suppose it was "fine" because he and his Marines made it through the “White Knuckle Express” one more time. Read this for another 'You Are There In Iraq' moment.
>^..^< My Lib BlogSon has suggested I give more balance in my military posts and recommends I link this site. I guess I must have missed the pro-military link on his blog that would give Greene Thoughts more balance. LOL
This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. Remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
"Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty.You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking United," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"United?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline.Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're alwayslate. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly, and they're overpriced. So, whatcha' doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people are trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome. "It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of United's brand new planes, but it was over booked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited
on me hand and foot. And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were over booked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand, I knelt down, and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say?"
"He said, "Where'd you get the crappy hairdo?"