hey jeff,thanks,that does mean alot to me,and i bet also to big lou,jaybird, and sorry i don't know the rest of the vets on this board, but i know there are many. but here's the thing, and i don't want anyone to read more into this then i post, but i need to rant. from you people(my rush limbaugh) i don't want a thank you, nothin' not a peep. you see they say that a soldier fights for his buddy, not god or country...ok, maybe, but i contend what makes him join in the first place is love of country. his "america" so to speak. with a sense of duty ,honor ,country thing. i never needed a thank you from "my america".i don't know everyone on this board, but i believe you guys are "my america". you are the guys who joke about being lazy and drinking too much beer..but, you guys as a whole spend time with your kids,setting a good example and instilling good sound morals. you guys gripe about the government, but pay your taxes and get involved in the political process because you understand that democracy,representative as it is, requires involvement. you ride motorcycles, shoot guns, vote,and volunteer. you guys displayed your flags before it was "cool" again. you guys show up to the parades on vets day. you guys are the ones who had uncles fathers and grndfathers who served, you served, and your children will because they feel the same sense of duty that was instilled in you guys. in short, you guys showed up, and it is scarey, but you did. you pulled up to the gate, lowered your head, and twisted the throttle on that cr500, going hard into that first set of double tripples, on the sx track of life. i never really needed thank yous from you guys.....it's the other america that i wanted the thank yous' from. the america that started "not laughing" at the flag,and pretended a certain reverence for this country after 9/11. that america can get down on their hands and knees and kiss my naked butt everytime i'm in the area. my america...the guy driving his pick up, with a yz250,and two pw50s' in the back,with his two kids he just picked up from baseball, on the way to the track,while sining along to "sweet home alabama", to get in some riding in on the public land,that he mobalized to keep open to riding. the other america..a guy driving his new escalade, with his two kids in back, eating dolphin free tuna sandwiches, he's on his cell phone talking to the head of the "ban the gun" P.A.C ,coming from a protest to close all public lands to motor vehicles, on his way to protest with peta ,against ringling bros circus, listening to barbra striesand, as he runs over some poor S.O.B,with dirt under his fingernails, riding a 78 FLH,crushing his skull, not "seeing" the biker as his jane fonda air freshener pendelums back and forth from his review mirror. that america can kiss my .....ok i feel better,thanks for letting me vent
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