Unbelievable flight action by unassimilated 'religious ' group ... Thx Dr, Jim Ki!

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Please red this.........it's important to be aware of the dangers. The media does not report  the news .

Date: September 19, 2018 at 4:36 PM 

This may have been around earlier, but is still worth the time to read.

Read the entire story, we should be very, very concerned about this! And to think that Fox News was the only channel that reported this. The may be "politically incorrect", but at least they had the courage to report it. In my opinion, the Muslims are all getting very brave now.

Read Tedd Petruna's story below.

Can you imagine, our own news media now are so politically correct that they are afraid to report that these were all Muslims?

Unbelievable. Thank God for people like Tedd Petruna.

Tedd Petruna is a diver at the NBL (Neutral Buoyancy Lab) facility at NASA Houston ..Tedd happened to be on the AirTran Flight 297, from Atlanta to Houston.

Here's his report:

One week ago, I went to Ohio on business and to see my father. On Tuesday, the 17th, I returned home. If you read the papers the 18th you may have seen a blurb about where an Air Tran flight was canceled from Atlanta to Houston due to a man who refused to get off of his cell phone before take- off.. The story was only on Fox News.

That was NOT what really happened.

I was seated in 1st class coming home.

Eleven Muslim men got on the plane in full Muslim attire. Two of them sat in 1st class and the rest seated themselves throughout the plane, in coach class, all the way to the back. As the plane taxied out to the runway, the stewardesses gave the safety spiel that we are all so familiar with.

At that time, one of the men in 1st class, got on his cell and called

one of his companions back in coach. He proceeded to talk on the phone in Arabic very loudly and very, very aggressively. This activity took the 1st stewardess out of action for she repeatedly told the man that cell phones were not permitted at that time. He ignored her as if she were not there. The man, who answered the phone back in the coach section, did the same and this took out the 2nd stewardess. Further back in the plane, at the same time, two younger Muslims, one in the back on the aisle, and one sitting in front of him by the window, began to show footage of a porno video they had taped the night before. They were very loud about it.

The 3rd stewardess informed the two men that they were not to have any electronic devices on at this time. One of the men said "shut up infidel dog!" The stewardess attempted to take the camcorder and the Muslim began to scream in her face in Arabic. 

At that exact moment, all eleven of the men got up and started to walk throughout the cabin. I guess that because of the noise, the flight crew must have decided that there was something amiss and changed the plane's directions to head back to the terminal.

The commotion and noise was reaching a feverish pitch, and at this point I had had enough! I got up and started towards the back of 1st class when I heard a voice behind me from another Texan twice my size,say, "I got your back." 

Then I grabbed the man, who had been on the cell phone, by the arm and said, "You WILL sit down in your seat or you WILL be thrown from this plane!" As I "led" him around me to take

his seat, the fellow Texan grabbed him by the back of his neck and his waist and headed him back to his seat. I then grabbed the 2nd man and said, "You WILL do the same!"

He protested loudly, but my adrenaline was flowing now and he was going to go also. Just as I escorted him forward, the plane stopped, the doors opened and three TSA agents and four police officers entered the cabin. Myself and my new Texas friend were told to cease and desist for they had the situation under control.

I was quite happy to oblige, actually. There was still some sort of

commotion in the back, but within moments, all eleven Muslim men were escorted off the plane. The TSA agents then had their luggage unloaded.

We talked about the occurrence and were in disbelief that it had happened.

Then suddenly, the door opened again and in walked all eleven Muslim men! Stone faced, eyes front and robotic, (the only way I can describe it) and they were reseated.

The stewardess from the back had been in tears and when she saw the men, she was having NONE of it! Since I was up front, I heard and saw the whole ordeal. She told the TSA agents

that there was NO WAY she was staying on the plane with the Muslim men. The agent told her that they had searched the men and were going through their luggage with a fine tooth comb. However, nothing had been found and that the men were allowed to proceed on to Houston.

The captain and co-captain came out of the cockpit and told the agent, "We and our crew will not fly this plane!" After a word or two, the entire crew, luggage in tow, left the plane.

Five minutes later, the cabin door opened again and a whole new crew walked on. Again, this was where I had had enough! I got up and asked the TSA agent, What the hell is going on?

I was told to take my seat. The airlines and TSA were sorry for the

delay and we would be home shortly. I said, "I'm getting off this

plane". The stewardess sternly told me that she could not allow me to get off. Now I'm really mad! I said, "I am a grown man who bought this ticket, whose time is mine, with a family at home, and I am going through that door, or I'm going through that door with you under my arm, but I AM going through that door!" And then I heard a voice behind me say, "So am I!" Then everyone

behind us started to get up and say the same thing.

Within two minutes, I was walking off that plane where I was met by more TSA agents, who asked me to write a statement about the incident. I had five hours to kill at this point waiting for the next flight to Houston , so why the hell not give them my statement.

Due to the amount of people who got off that flight, it was canceled.

I was supposed to be in Houston at 6 PM, but I finally got there at

12:30 AM. If you don't believe this, look up the date and then Flight

297 from Atlanta to Houston.

If this wasn't a terrorism dry run, I don't know what is. The

terrorists wanted to see how TSA would handle it, how the crew would handle it, and how the passengers would handle it. I'm telling this to you because I want you to know. The threat IS real. I saw it with my own eyes."

Tedd Petruna

May I request that you keep this going until this incident reaches the

email of all POLITICIANS and the news media!

PEOPLE THAT DELETE THIS TYPE OF EMAIL, REFUSE TO PASS IT ON, OR SIMPLY

DON'T CARE ARE ONE OF THE REASONS THAT PEOPLE THAT DO CARE CAN'T

MAKE ANY HEADWAY... THE THREATS ARE REAL. 

If you can't fix it with a hammer then you have an electrial problem ... Thx Paul C!

"IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER,YOU'VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM”

WRITTEN BY A 21 YEAR OLD FEMALE. Wow, this girl has a great plan! Love the last thing she would do - the best.    

This was written by a 21 yr. old female who gets it. It's her future she's worried about and this is how she feels about the social welfare big government state that she's being forced to live in! These solutions are just common sense in her opinion. This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX

 

PUT ME IN CHARGE . .         

Put me in charge of food stamps. I'd get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho's, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away.      If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.

 

Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I'd do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal ligations.Then, we'll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine.     If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job.

Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your "home" will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried.If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360,     then get a job and your own place.   In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a "government" job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you.     We will sell your 22-inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the "common good.”

 

Before you write that I've violated someone's rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules.Before you say that this would be "demeaning" and ruin their "self esteem," consider that it wasn't that long ago that taking someone else's money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem.

 

If we are expected to pay for other people's mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices.    The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.

I love this one.

AND While you are on Gov't subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes, that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest.   You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov't welfare check.  If you want to vote, then get a job.   

Now, if you have the guts - PASS IT ON!

 

Benny Snell Jr. "I Play for Kentucky" ... Thx KSR !

Kash Daniel reacts to Benny Snell’s “I Play for Kentucky” video

By Maggie Davis on ©September 26th, 2018 @ 8:00pm

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Deserted Island ... Thx Paul C!

An ambitious Project Manager finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, at least for a while. A hurricane came unexpectedly and the ship went down and was lost instantly. 

The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. Used to four-star hotels, this guy had no idea what to do. So for the next four months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice, longed for his old life, and fixed his gaze on the sea, hoping to spot a rescue ship. 

One day, as he was lying on the beach, he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a rowboat, and in it was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She rowed up to him. 

In disbelief, he asked her: "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" 

"I rowed from the other side of the island," she said. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank." 

"Amazing," he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of you are there? You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with you." 

"It's only me," she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up; nothing did." 

He was confused, "Then how did you get the rowboat?" 

"Oh, simple," replied the woman. "I made it out of raw material that I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum-tree branches, I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from an eucalyptus tree." 

"But, but, that's impossible," stuttered the man. "You had no tools or hardware, so how did you manage?" 

"Oh, that was no problem," the woman said. "On the south side of the island, there is a very unusual strata of exposed alluvial rock. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But enough of that. Where do you live?" 

Sheepishly, the man confessed that he had been sleeping on the beach the whole time. 

"Well, let's row over to my place, then," she said. After a few minutes of rowing, she docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man looked onto shore, he nearly fell out of the boat. Before him was a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As they walked into the house, she said casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please; would you like to have a drink?" 

"No, no, thank you," he said, still dazed. "I can't take any more coconut juice." 

"It's not coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a still. How about a pina colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat down on her couch to talk. After they had exchanged their stories, the woman announced, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom." 

No longer questioning anything, the man went into the bathroom. There in the cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to a hollow-ground edge were fastened to its tip, inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he mused. "What next?" 

When he returned, the woman greeted him wearing nothing but vines, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckoned for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she began suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for a very long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all these months?" 

She stared into his eyes.

 He couldn't believe what he was hearing! "You mean...", he replied, "I can check my e-mail from here?"

Bingo!... Thx Judi C!

Bingo

Here's a timeline:
1982 - Something may or may not have happened with another 2 (or 4) teenagers at a party, she cannot remember who threw the party, where the party was held, who she was with or how she got home. She was drinking and said nothing to anyone.
1983,
1984,
1985,
1986,
1987,
1988,
1989,
1990,
1991,
1992,
1993,
1994,
1995,
1996,
1997,
1998,
1999,
2000,
2001,
2002... She said nothing.
July 25, 2003: President George W. Bush nominated Kavanaugh to the United States Court of Appeals for the D.C Circuit... She said nothing.
2004,
2005... She said nothing.
May 11, 2006: The United States Senate Committee on the Judiciary recommended confirmation. Kavanaugh subsequently confirmed by the United States Senate... She said nothing.
June 1, 2006: Kavanaugh sworn in by Justice Anthony Kennedy... She said nothing.
2007,
2008,
2009,
2010,
2011... She said nothing.
2012... She remembered 'something' happened in 1982, yet doesn't name Kavanaugh, still said nothing to authorities.
2013,
2014,
2015,
2016,
2017 - becomes an anti-trump activist.
2018 - now 36 years later, with Kavanaugh's SCOTUS confirmation looming, she pens an anonymous letter with grave accusations against Kavanaugh regarding foggy circumstance that occurred while they were both minors, then reveals herself and DEMANDS an FBI investigation before testifying to her incredible allegations?
Who does she think she is?

Here is why I want Trump ... Thx Marge R!

Here's why I want Trump:

 

Yes, he's a bit of an ass; yes, he's an egomaniac; but I don't care.

 

The country is a mess because politicians suck.

 

The Republican Party is two-faced and gutless, and illegals are everywhere.

 

I want it all fixed!

I don't care that Trump is crude.

I don't care that he insults people.

I don't care that he has changed positions.

I don't care that he's been married 3 times.

I don't care that he fights with Megan Kelly and Rosie O’Donnell.

I don't care that he doesn't know the name of some Muslim terrorist.

 

 Our country has become weak, and bankrupt.

Our enemies are making fun of us.

We are being invaded by illegals.

 

We are becoming a nation of victims where every Tom, Ricardo and Hassid is a special group with special rights to a point where we don't even recognize the country we were born and raised in,

 

"AND I JUST WANT IT FIXED."

 

And Trump is the only guy who seems to understand what We the People want and need.

 

I'm sick of politicians,

sick of the Democratic Party,

sick of the Republican Party,

and sick of illegals.

I just want this thing fixed.

 

 Trump may not be a saint, but he doesn't have lobbyist money controlling him; he doesn't have political correctness restraining him;

all you know is that he has been very successful; a good negotiator;

he has built a lot of things; and, he's also not a politician.

 

He says he'll fix it.  I believe him because he is too much of an egotist

to be proven wrong or looked at and called a liar.

 

And I don't care if the guy has bad hair.

 

No Borders, No Language, No Culture = No Country.

 

Who Packs yours or Colin Kapernic's Parachute? ... Thx Paul C!

 

Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam. After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile.  Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands.  He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison.  He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!

 

One day, when Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table came up and said, ' You're Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!

 

'How in the world did you know that?' asked Plumb.

 

'I packed your parachute,' the man replied.

 

Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.

 

The man pumped his hand and said, 'I guess it worked!'

 

Plumb assured him, 'It sure did. If your chute hadn't worked, I wouldn't be here today.'

 

Plumb couldn't sleep that night, thinking about that man.  Plumb says, 'I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers.  I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said 'Good morning, how are you?' or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.' Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor had spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn't know.

 

Now, Plumb asks his audience, 'Who's packing your parachute?' Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.  He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory - he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute.  He called on all        these supports before reaching safety.

 

Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important. We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.  As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.

 

I am sending you this as my way of thanking you for your part in packing my parachute.  And I hope you will send it on to those who have helped pack yours! Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word. Maybe this could explain it!  When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do - you forward jokes. And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?  A forwarded joke.  So, my friend, next time when you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile, just helping you pack your parachute