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As we all know, the weather is exclusively the domain of God. When he is angry he sends thunder and lighting to smite sinners (as he did in New Orleans). When he is happy he sends clement weather (such as we enjoyed during the Reagan Presidency).

The wages of sin are destruction: The Holy Bible assures us that sinners and evil people will be utterly destroyed. If it were not for the good Christian conservatives God would have destroyed America years ago - your prayers are needed to save America from the sodomites!

What are we to make of this highly irresponsible experiment lead by French “scientist” - a Frenchman who like all French cheese-eaters arrogantly presumes that he knows better than God - somebody who presumes to know better than American Christians and Patriots how to spend our tax dollars.

In New Mexico, U.S., scientists tested a new ultra-high-power laser which provoked lightning. Scientists fired ultra-fast pulses from an extremely powerful laser (shown above) thus sending several terawatts into the clouds to call down electrical discharges in storm clouds over the region.

In case this kind of technobabble isnt your sort of thing - this isolent garlic muncher spent a millions of dollars (which could have helped our war on terror) shooting laser beams at clouds to make lightning. What right has man got to make lighting? God’s lightning! Listen to the frenchman boast:

“This is the first laser that has terawatt power and is also mobile,” outlined Andr? Mysyrowicz, a researcher working at the Ecole Nationale Superieure de Techniques Avancees, Paris, France. He was one of the participants in the latest outdoor tests

Who the heck does this Frenchie think he is, just because he went to “Ecole Superieure” - I got my diploma from Patriot Bible University. We didn’t study lasers but I can still see that this guy is talking crap!

Man has no right to play God. Whenever Man exceeds his authority such as by performing abortions or being gay God gets angry. And if God is getting angry then so should we. We should get angry any time God is angry because we are his flock, his servants whose job it is to ensure that his Holy will is done on Earth.

We need to stop these French atheists making the LORD angry before it’s too late - before we are judged with another 9/11 or hurricane Katrina. Please join is in condemnation of this unspeakable violation of God’s law.

Friends,

Just who the heck is Dwight J. Barret, you might be asking? Dwight is one of the most important people in the world - an American voter. When Shelley started this site, her mission was to give voice to the oppressed majority of Americans whose voices have been drowned out by the mainstream media.

We know for a fact that at least three Republican presidential candidates are regular STR.com readers, so we present Mr Barrett as a true American, in the hope that his common sense values will inform and educate the Presidential foreign policy debate.

A few hours ago Mr Barrett sent this sobering email to our editorial office, and I confess it forced us to confront some unpleasant truths about America today:

to: tristan@shelleytherepublican.com
from: Dwight J. Barrett
re: A Grave Warning

Please Make A Note

By Dwight J. Barrett

Salt Lake City, Utah,

Venezuela and China are preparing for war at a staggering rate. Vice President Cheney has asked China about the build up but has not pushed the issue. Venezuela and China are preparing for war with money from the United States. The United States is supplying these countries with the means to wage war and win the war against almost any country. The United States is making a mistake trading with China and buying oil from Venezuela. May I suggest that the United States is going to pay a very high price one of these days?

How could anybody who’s been paying attention to current affairs disagree with this common-sense statement of fact. The Democrats have sold out our nation to foreign rogue states, and we shall have to pay the biggest price of all. Anybody can see that the Venezuelan communists are preparing to strike America when we least expect it. Their show of “free trade” with America is a sham intended to soften us up, to lull us into a false sense of security.

Dwight continues:

The United States is sparing with its sovereignty and freedom and economic stability. The United States should stop trading with these two countries. These countries are run by people who are ruthless. The United States should stop giving money to Russia. Russia is not our friend. Russian and China and Venezuela would topple under the weight of communism if the United States would stop promoting communism. I want to go down in history for predicting the day will come when the United States and every citizen in the United States will be sorry for trading with China and Venezuela and giving money to Russia. American?s should trade with only other Americans and other countries that are free and have a true democracy. Only fools trade with the communists.

One thing I learnt about speaking truths like this, it ain’t gonna make you any friends, especially if the Democrats win the 2008 election. This sort of talk is going to be punishable. That’s another reason why we’ve gotta elect a responsible President in 2008.

These days it’s not fashionable to point out that the Russians are ruthless, evil atheists whose sole desire is to undo all the good work America has done by spreading their evil communist doctrine across the globe. It takes a big man to deliver a message like that, a big man like Ronald Reagan. These days it’s trendy to simply appease our enemies, and this explains why we’ve let the Iran situation get so bad.

I asked Dwight for his suggestions on how America should solve the Iran problem. His solution is as simple as it is practical:

President Bush should have sent over a cruise missiles to blow up Iran’s nuclear power plants a long time ago. President Bush is allowing Iran to supply our enemies in Iraq with bombs that keep blowing up our soldiers. Those IED are made by either Iran or Russia and probably Russia. Those IED are so powerful that only Russia could develop such a weapon. Most informed people can figure this much out. So how may or our soldiers are we going to let get blown up before Bush blows up part if Iran to show Iran we mean business. President is walking a fine line and that fine line is getting our soldiers blown up. President Bush is not taking enough care of our soldiers. President Bush should have told Russia not to give any plutonium to Iran. If I was in charge of the Iraq war our soldiers the war would be over a long time ago. There would be peace in Iraq and the United States would adopt Iraq as the newest state in the United States. I would own Iraq.

Just as Shelley, Billy, Sam and myself have long argued - Bush has been too soft on the islamofacists and communists. We need to end their destructive reigemes decisivly and quickly.

All we have to do is detonate another “Big Boy” directly on top of Iran’s nuclear facilities and we can put an end to their nuclear program and punish the source of Islamic terrorism. That would send a strong signal to the world that nobody messes with America.

I simply do not see any problems with that strategy. Finally, in a stroke of genius Dwight adds:

By the way if I was in charge the United States would have free gas compliments of Iran and Kuwait.

All I can say is heck yeah! Those countries owe us big time, and it’s time we collected on those debts. Why not make Iran pay for the damage they have done - if they gave us full access to their mineral resources for a decade that might just pay for the war on terror and the damage their terrorists did on 911.

Yours in Christ

Tristan J. Shuddery

My dear, dear friends,

I can only apologise for my long absence from these pages. Please do not think, however, that just because I was not praising this great nation and Our Lord on the World’s Greatest Website ? that I was not thinking of it and working for it in my prayers.

I now return from my travels a wiser and, I hope, a kinder, more compassionate man. One of the things that I saw that helped fill me with yet more love was the wonderful Confederate Museum in the beautiful American city of Charleston, South Carolina.

This whole building was a most touching tribute to those brave men who died in the name of freedom and justice. I was moved deeply to see so any holy relics from their time on earth. I could have spent all day wondering among the wonderful uniforms (too, too many stained with blood!), reading the letters those brave men wrote, gazing the water bottles from which they drank up so much life, marvelling at the little Bibles they carried with them over so many miles and through so much hardship?

The Confederate Museum in Charleston, SC. At last something to be proud of!

The most beautiful and touching things that I saw in this wonderful place were the relics gathered from the house of that great man Nathan Bedford Forrest. Of course, I was awed to see the nails that they had gathered from the very house in which he lived his great life. And I felt faint when I saw the block of pine they have there. It’s said that he even touched with his own hands. Isn’t that something?

Along with the sense of holy wonder that all this inspired in me was a deep gladness in my heart that some American patriots have not been scared by disgusting liberal scare tactics and the foul screeching that accompanies the black propaganda campaign against this wonderful American knight from days of old.

As my great friend Billy Bob Neck might say, ain’t no one going to put the scare on the Daughters of the Confederacy! These fine women who run that wonderful museum are actually descended from real life rebels ? and that noble blood clearly courses through their veins. They aren’t afraid to declare a hero when they see a hero!

And Nathan Bedford Forrest is a real hero. Don’t believe the poison that liberals will try to pour in your ears on this subject. Ignore their hateful agenda and recognize a rich piece of heritage. It’s one of the finest pieces in the beautiful jigsaw of this great nation under God.

NB Forrest. A grand man. A high man. A wizard of a man. How I long to be part of his clan!

God blessed Forrest with good fortune from a young age, but he did not spend this in dissolute idleness, chasing underage boys and getting his friends addicted to drugs like so many liberals today. No! He spent his money in a cause he believed in and laid his life on the line for that cause. He enlisted as a lowly private in the Confederate army when his home was invaded by Northern aggressors during the war of Northern Aggression. Soon, however, his great military talent and innate nobility and sense of right and wrong saw him rapidly promoted. Soon he was wielding God’s sword as a General and his men loved him as much as his enemies feared him. On the way through this great conflict he even invented mobile warfare? That’s the kind of warfare that would help America win two great world wars against fascism. So why do liberals hate him?

After the war, Forrest continued to stand up and to fight for what he believed: liberty, truth, natural justice, everything and everyone in its right place and the American way. He made it his solemn mission to rid the country of those vile Scalliwags who wanted to betray and undermine their friends. He became the scourge of those carpetbaggers who were moving in on Southern lands with the intention of exploiting its people. Forrest was opposed to exploitation of every kind, preferring instead to enact God’s will and keep each person in his appointed place as decreed by the laws laid down in the Bible. (See for instance Genesis 9:25-27). What’s wrong with that? Nothing!

So I ask again, why do Liberals hate him? Is it because they see in Forrest a better man than they will ever be. Does his great example show the filth and degradation of their own lives too clearly? Probably.

All Forrest wanted was to keep things in their place. Why does that annoy liberals? What business is it of there’s anyway?

He kept on working for natural justice until the end of his days and was adored and respected by all who knew him. After his death, his legacy lives on in thought and in deed and in the brave hearts of all men and women (like those of the daughters of the Confederacy) who value truth and freedom.

And yet, if you were to listen to the liberals who control our media, we are supposed to hate this great man? Why? It beggars belief. And their hate is so great that NB Forrest has even become a dirty word in the nation’s public schools and in the liberal media lie factory.

And that’s why I was so deeply touched to see some people are still keeping the flames of Nathan Bedford Forrest burning in Charleston, South Carolina. May those fires never go out!

May God Bless you all,

Sam Johnston

It’s heritage not hate!

?Ivan,? Ronald Reagan whispered to himself as he headed into the House Chambers to testify before the House UnAmerican? Activities Committee, ?wish me luck, old friend.?

President Reagan never forgot his pen-pal, Ivan, who was slaughtered
by the commies in the October Revolution

The year was 1947 and America, fresh from cleaning up the filth abroad in Krautland and Japland looked inward to cleanse itself.? Commies.? Lousy, filthy, rotten, stinking, vile?commies.? While good Americans fought the good fight abroad, commies wasted no time infiltrating the culture and even the government itself.

Reagan, who?d wanted more than ever to get some Nazi or Jap blood on his hand (preferably both, he?d often say) wound up staying state-side, far from the action, making training films for our brave fighting boys.

President Reagan wanted nothing more than to personally
kill Tojo and Hitler.

?Well, General,? he said with trade-mark sincerity, ?I don?t mean to tell you your job but it seems a mighty big waste to stick an able-bodied man such as myself in front of a camera instead of the front lines.?

The General took the measure of the young captain.? True, he was strapping.? True, he?d be an asset in battle.? However, he couldn?t very well let this young subordinate make decisions for him.? Captain Reagan spent the next week doing voice-overs for syphilis cartoons which is as close to KP duty as that unit could get.

President Reagan learned early what hot-headedness got you -
narrating VD films.

The future president knew that a lot was riding on this.? Not only would this strike a blow for his dead pen-pal, Ivan, but the future of the United States?which he would some day lead.? Not only that, but a wrong word could blow his acting career?and his cover.? As president of the Screen Actors Guild, most commies found him above suspicion and actively tried to recruit him into the ?Red brotherhood?.? Reagan let them talk, listened hard?and reported back to the FBI.

His handlers worked every angle to keep him from testifying.? One wrong move and Hollywood could go commie and stay that way.? Hadn?t they already made ?Mission to Moscow??? In the end, even President Truman couldn?t find a way out.? It was a Catch-22 ? If he didn?t testify, it would look suspicious and if he did testify and didn?t play the scene to perfection then there?d be a Red behind every piece of scenery on the lot just waiting to be the one that caused the ?accident?.

President Reagan’s testimony could have endangered his life.? And on a
soundstage a murder could be made to look like an accident

They needn?t have worried, of course.? Reagan turned on the charm like the neon at the Brown Derby.? He didn?t think commies were a big problem in Hollywood but they were there.? He didn?t like ?em but this was America, right?? He wouldn?t take any guff from commies but he wouldn?t take any guff from anybody.? And then he wowed ?em with a big finish, a real tear-jerker of a speech, the kind Frank Capra would give his eye-teeth to film.

?Sir, if I might, in regard to that, say that what I was trying to express, and didn?t do very well, was also this other fear. I detest, I abhor their philosophy, but I detest more than that their tactics, which are those of the fifth column, and are dishonest, but at the same time I never as a citizen want to see our country become urged, by either fear or resentment of this group, that we ever compromise with any of our democratic principles through that fear or resentment. I still think that democracy can do it.?

Jackpot.

President Reagan’s testimony came up all sevens and he started
his pattern of making monkeys out of the commies

The FBI boys in the back of the room mopped their brows and slipped each other some skin.? ?Well, all reet!? He?s a cool customer, that Reagan guy,? said one, ?I oughta see more of his pix.?

As Reagan stood to leave, Roy Cohn sidled up beside him.? ?Heckuva job, Ronnie,? Cohn said, ?with a speech like that, you could be president some day.?

Reagan blushed and thanked him.? He looked heavenward.

?Well, Ivan,? he whispered to himself, ?I think we done good.?

[This rememberance of President Reagan was sent to me by a former John Foster Dulles scholarship winner.? The award was given out?by Little Rock Community College and was discontinued after President Reagan triumphed over the Evil Empire.]

In the summer of 1917, Oregon, Illinois smelled of the good clean freshness of corn on cool mornings before the sun got too high.? Lovingly carried by competent Mid-West breezes, the scent would blow in through the window and dance across the rosy cheeks of the boys and girls of Oregon, gently but firmly waking them for a day full of frolicking at the swimming hole with penny candy the Pa Kenny?s General Store and Grange.? It always felt like summer on days like this.?

America’s cornfields feed the world and make children smile.
This is why we fight islamo-fascism in all its treacherous forms.

Nobody loved summer more the little Ronnie Reagan but ever since the Christmas of 1916, Ronnie and his mother took an hour a week to sit down at his little wooden writing desk to write to Ivan, his pen pal in a far away country called Russia.? It was a strange and marvelous place filled with dancing bears and opulent palaces made completely of gold.? Ivan said he lived in one of those.? How Ronnie had cried bitter tears when he read that.? He crumpled the letter in his pint-sized fist and flung it to the floor.? ?I hate being poor,? he yelled!? ?When I grow up I will be wealthy beyond belief!? I will?show that Ivan!?? He grabbed?the photograph that Ivan sent him ? Ivan sitting on a snow white horse in front of a gleaming place ? and was just about to tear it in two?when his mother reminded him that all the money in the world couldn?t buy Jesus? love.? Ronnie felt ashamed and flung himself into his mother?s arms, weeping.

From there on out, his letters to Ivan glowed with an inner serenity far beyond his years.? But it was true ? they were poor.? Ronnie?s father was an Irish Catholic, which meant that he frequently drank himself out of jobs leaving his wife to scrape together pitiful suppers made from potatoes and radishes.? A nickel was a lot of money in those days, but she always found?a way to pay for the stamp to mail the weekly letter to Ivan.

Unlike working mothers today, President Reagan’s mother devoted
all her energies to her child.? He grew up to become President of the
United States of America.

In the summer of 1917, little Ronnie Reagan worried.? While Ronnie faithfully wrote Ivan every week, he?d not gotten so much as a postal card from Ivan.? Was he alright?? Was he angry that Ronnie had Jesus and all Ivan had was grand clothes, a private tutor and any toy he wanted?? Had Ivan been eaten by a dancing bear?? His mother told him something about some trouble in Russia in February, but what did that have to do with Ivan?? How Ronnie?s mind whirled and whizzed with so many questions but no answers.

Summer faded and the corn ripened and soon the fields everyone helped harvest the crop.? What a sense of community!? In his later years he frequently spoke of those days when the whole town pulled together.? ?I miss those days,? he said once at a fund raising event at the Ritz Carlton in 1979, ?the days where you knew your neighbor and your neighbor knew you and there was no such thing as a hand out ? only a helping hand.? The days when you could walk down the main street of your hometown without tripping over a drug addict.? The days when America spoke English?

Habla ingles?? ?NO! Imagine how wonderful America was without
illegal immigrants infesting our town and refusing to learn our language!

September gave way to October and soon the frost was on the pumpkin and still no letter from Ivan.? By now, Ronnie guessed that their pen pal correspondence was over but, always faithful and stalwart even as Alzheimer?s ate away at his mind and body, he continued to write.? Oh, maybe the letters lacked the sly wit and shared confidence of his first letters but that was to be expected and his mother did not chide him.

On October 26th, 1917, little Ronnie Reagan smiled.? His father managed to stay sober enough to hold his job for almost six months.? This meant that, with the family?s debts paid off, Ronnie could buy that football he had his eye on.? The competent Mid-Western winds bore the first signs of winter and danced across his rosy cheeks.? Aimlessly wandering down the main street, he saw a crowd of people crowded around Pa Kenny?s General Store and Grange all straining to read something.? Curious child that he was, he tugged on a man?s jacket.

?Hey, mister,? he asked, ?what?s all the commotion??

?Oh, hello, Ronnie.?? It was Mr. Carroll who seemed to stop by once a week to visit with mother.? ?Seems that the Russian peasants kicked that old Tsar off of that golden thrown of his!? It?s no time to be a man of wealth in Russia.? I can tell you that much.?

Ronnie pushed through the crowd and saw a newspaper with the headline ?Tsar Nicholas II Forced To Abdicate?.? He didn?t really understand what that meant but as he scanned the paper he saw a picture of a boy just his age on a snow white horse in front of a gleaming palace.? Beneath the picture these words were written.? ?Not even the children spared ? revolutionaries are reportedly killing the young and old alike.?? Even as he felt the tears well up inside himself, he said to himself, ?No.? No, I will not cry.? That is not the way to honor my dead pen pal friend, Ivan.? No.? Instead, I vow to you, God, to destroy these revolutionaries some day and to wipe them off the face of this Earth.? I swear this to you.?

Poor little Ivan was mercilessly executed by Communists who were the
al Qaeda of their day.? If they only knew how Ivan’s death would affect the
course of history, they may have thought twice.

On Christmas Day, 1991, President Reagan smiled as he heard the new that Mikhail Gorbachev resigned as ?President? of the USSR rendering the Soviet Union extinct.? Mrs. Reagan saw him wipe something from his eye.

?Ronnie,? she asked tenderly, ?are you all right??

?Oh,? said the President, ?I?m just fine, Mommy.?

Nancy frowned slightly.? ?What?s going on in that great big handsome head of yours??, she asked.

?Oh,? he sighed with a dream-like satisfaction, ?I?m just thinking about a boy I knew a long time ago.? And a promise I made to him.?

God Bless You, President Reagan!? We’re sure you’re up in Heaven
keeping freedom alive there, as well!

Friends,

Let me tell you a true story about a great Republican hero:

A friend of the President brought a young race horse to the Reagan’s ranch in California. This horse was the offspring of a long line of thoroughbreds but was known to have a wild spirit, untameable and therefore unrideable. The powerful beast had long defied the attempts of any of it’s trainers and eventually broke it’s reigns and set upon the ranch staff in a red-haze of bestial, brutal vengeance.

Wild and free: Who can tame this mighty stallion? All who tried had failed.

In it’s demon-possessed anger it set upon a young stable-boy, the newest member of the ranch-staff who had volunteered for the dangerous duty of cleaning this horse. Fearfully, the boy retreated from the ravaging equine’s cruel blows, tripped and fell dazed to the stable floor. Those that looked on became paralyzed with fear, it was if that unconscious boy was only seconds away from death beneath the cruel pulverizing hooves of the mad, mad horse.

It was at that moment when President Ronald Reagan, entered the stable, as he was making his daily inspection of his Ranch.

Ronald Reagan was unafraid of any challenge. Amongst his god-given gifts was the power to tame any horse, an ability only matched by his contempt for communism and love of America and Jesus.

Reagan understood the gravity of the situation immediately. A lesser man would have ran, or perhaps ordered an assistant to intevene, but our President did not know the meaning of cowardice. At great risk to himself he felt compelled to act.

Before his secret service men could pull him back he ran towards the Horse’s pen, easily lifting the young stable boy to safety with his powerful muscles, strong from years of chopping wood, hunting, fishing and other rugged outdoor pursuits. Ducking the whiplashing hoofs of death Reagan narrowly escaped death as he pulled the unconcious boy from the savage stallion. The insane beast lunged at the President, spittle and bile flying from it’s razor sharp teeth. But quick as a flash, the President turned and fixed the creature with a solid gaze - a powerful gaze borne from iron determination, long nights of battling the enemies of America and a true faith in Jesus Christ.

I’d like to think that was the exact same gaze that Reagan used on the Ruskies, the same look he gave to the Iranians and all the other people who hate freedom: It’s the look that says America will not stand for this aggression.

And then a miracle occurred, like a bear shot in the heart the rampaging beast just stopped. The horse, as if pierced by President’s reproachful gaze became tranquil and becalmed. Ronald Reagan reached out and stroked the now gentle race-horse on it’s brown face. He was the first person ever to be able to touch that horse.

From that day hence, Reagan and the horse became best of friends. There are some who say that President Reagan would speak to it on matters of important state policy.

Just then the stable telephone rang, and an astounded-looking secret service person informed the president that he was required urgently. The president took one last look at the mighty horse and then strode off purposefully, to do his duty to keep America safe from Terrorists, Homosexuals and Mexican immigrants. From that moment on the horse was perfectly tame. They say it went on to win the Kentucky Derby and many other important races. That young man grew up and eventually became a prominent member of the Republican party just one of millions of Americans whose life had been touched by that great President.

And we all know that the young President went on to win the biggest race of all, defeating Communism and reclaiming America for Jesus Christ. And how do I know all this? For the simple reason that I WAS that stable boy and President Reagan saved MY life.

Yours in Christ,

Tristan J. Shuddery

PS. If you know of any other great true stories about President Reagan email them to me. I will post the best reader’s submissions later this week.