Hot Mic Catches Trump’s Powerful 7-Word Message to Brother of Fallen Cop
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plan is falling apart
San Jose mayor and police chief push sanctuary policy changes
following fatal stabbing
AN OLD PERSON’S POEM
I cannot see, I cannot pee
I cannot chew, I cannot screw
Oh my gosh, what can I do?
My body’s drooping, have trouble pooping
The golden years have come at last
The golden years can kiss my ass!
Pass this along to your female friends, spouses and relatives, this advice could save a shocking experiences. Apparently the woman posting this video warning made a big mistake!
Carry some in your car in case you get pulled over……
Driver grabs, fires San Jose Police officer’s holstered gun during traffic stop
Gang Member Arrested After Desperate Struggle For
San Jose Police Officer’s Gun
When the Italian police say get down you better damn well get down.
This year marks the 4th Annual San Jose Police Officers’ Association’s Blue Christmas Toy Drive. Giving back to the community we serve is what YOU do best. Answering the call day after day, we have an opportunity to impact people’s lives in more ways than we can count. It is you as individuals who continue to deliver the message that we too are more than just a uniform, a patch, a badge. We take the time to listen and we respond to those in need, especially when it involves the children of our community.
We WILL NOT let COVID-19 stop our Blue Christmas Toy Drive this year! The children in need of toys / gifts during this holiday season doesn’t go away because there is a virus. There are many children who truly won’t get a gift for Christmas without us. Our last Blue Christmas collected over 600 toys to hand out to the children in need of them. You, your families, and your friends made last year’s Christmas magical for many young kids. We are asking you to help share this message to as many family and friends you have; we need everyone to play a part for it to be successful. Don’t worry about sanitizing the toys / gifts prior to dropping off in our barrels, we will take care of all of that prior to our deliveries. Your entire Board of Directors wants to thank you ahead of time for making many children in our community happy on Christmas Day!
We are calling on ALL officers. We have in excess of 1,000 officers, which means we have the potential to reach over 1,000 kids throughout the city. Blue Christmas cannot be a success without you. Please consider purchasing a $10 – $20 new toy and then placing the unwrapped toy into one of our 55-gallon drums at one of the locations listed below. Our Board of Directors, along with members of our department, will deliver the toys to the families.
We ask that if you know of a specific family that has a child or children that may really need that toy for Christmas, to please email the SJPOA staff with the name and address of the family to: email@example.com.
Beginning Monday, November 23rd, we will be placing red 55-gallon drums at the following locations:
• San Jose Police Officers’ Association
• San Jose Police Department PAB – BOI 3rd floor
• San Jose Police Department PAC – Elevator Lobby Entrance
• San Jose Police Department Substation
Please join us in helping put a smile on a child’s face this holiday season!
SJPOA Board of Directors
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It’s Christmas in the Park as you’ve never seen before
Drive-thru event at History Park in San Jose opens Friday, lasts till Jan. 3
A Naughty Santa Claus is Coming to Town!
|L.R. Pyle,Sr @ Great Lakes Naval Training Center 1940+-
I TALKED TO A MAN TODAY . . .
I talked with a man today, an 80+ year old man. I asked him if there was anything I can get him while this Corona virus scare was gripping America.
He simply smiled, looked away and said: “Let me tell you what I need! [pause] I need to believe, at some point, this country my generation fought for [pause] I need to believe this nation we handed safely to our children and their children [pause] . . .
I need to know this generation will quit being a bunch of sissies . . . that they respect what they’ve been given . . . that they’ve earned what others sacrificed for.”
I wasn’t sure where the conversation was going or if it was going anywhere at all. So, I sat there, quietly observing.
“You know, I was a little boy during WWII. Those were scary days. We didn’t know if we were going to be speaking English, German or Japanese at the end of the war. There was no certainty, no guarantees like Americans enjoy today.
And no home went without sacrifice or loss. Every house, up and down every street, had someone in harm’s way. Maybe their Daddy was a soldier, maybe their son was a sailor, maybe it was an uncle. Sometimes it was the whole damn family . . . fathers, sons, uncles . . .
Having someone, you love, sent off to war . . . it wasn’t less frightening than it is today. It was scary as Hell. If anything, it was more frightening. We didn’t have battlefront news. We didn’t have email or cellphones. You sent them away and you hoped…you prayed. You may not hear from them for months, if ever. Sometimes a mother was getting her son’s letters the same day Dad was comforting her over their child’s death.
And we sacrificed. You couldn’t buy things. Everything was rationed. You were only allowed so much milk per month, only so much bread, toilet paper. EVERYTHING was restricted for the war effort. And what you weren’t using, what you didn’t need, things you threw away, they were saved and sorted for the war effort. My generation was the original recycling movement in America.
And we had viruses back then…serious viruses. Things like polio, measles, and such. It was nothing to walk to school and pass a house or two that was quarantined. We didn’t shut down our schools. We didn’t shut down our cities. We carried on, without masks, without hand sanitizer. And do you know what? We persevered. We overcame. We didn’t attack our President, we came together. We rallied around the flag for the war. Thick or thin, we were in it to win. And we would lose more boys in an hour of combat than we lose in entire wars today.”
He slowly looked away again. Maybe I saw a small tear in the corner of his eye. Then he continued:
“Today’s kids don’t know sacrifice. They think sacrifice is not having coverage on their phone while they freely drive across the country. Today’s kids are selfish and spoiled. In my generation, we looked out for our elders. We helped out with single moms whose husbands were either at war or dead from war. Today’s kids rush [to] the store, buying everything they can . . . no concern for anyone but themselves. It’s shameful the way Americans behave these days. None of them deserve the sacrifices their granddads made.
So, no I don’t need anything. I appreciate your offer but, I know I’ve been through worse things than this virus. But maybe I should be asking you, what can I do to help you? Do you have enough pop to get through this, enough steak? Will you be able to survive with 113 channels on your TV?”
I smiled, fighting back a tear of my own . . . now humbled by a man in his 80’s. All I could do was thank him for the history lesson, leave my number for emergency and leave with my ego firmly tucked in my rear.
I talked to a man today. A real man. An American man from an era long gone and forgotten.
We will never understand the sacrifices. We will never fully earn their sacrifices. But we should work harder to learn about them . . . learn from them . . . . . to respect them.
Elephants know how to have fun. Just ask Queenie,
the first one to water surf (circa 1950)
THIS IS HOW IT ALL STARTED!
A pun is a joke that makes a play on words. A pun makes use of words that have more than one meaning, or words that sound similar but have different meanings, to humorous effect. The rhetorical term for punning is paronomasia, which literally means “to call a different name.”. Puns rely on several types of words to work,…
During the Pandemic period during which we are all bored to the bone, staying at home with little to do other than communicate by email, let me encourage you to use the time to to do you part in recruiting new members to the PBA.
If you are communicating with sworn personnel from ours or any agency, invite them to join is in the SJPBA. Sweeten the pot with the promise of an open bar and dinner once a month! That oughta do it if they’ve been a cop for more than 3 weeks
On the first meeting night after the pandemic restrictions are lifted,
LET’S GET MOIR AND HIS BARTENDERS TO WORK THEIR BUTTS OFF!
TAKE NOTE: Membership to the PBA is open to all sworn members of the Police Dept., active or retired.
Associate membership is open to all sworn officers of other agencies — active or retired — of any local, state or federal agency.
Invite them as a guest or just point them to:
How to keep shelter dogs warm this holiday season
Mercedes AA Class
The 49ers are taking their ball and going
to a new home in Arizona.
FACEBOOK TELLS ME “YOU CAN’T POST THIS”
This URL goes against our Comunity Standards on spam.
The article I wanted to copy to my Facebook page was:
The media and the Democrat Party are one in the same.
What CNN puts on the air is the clearest evidence of that symbiotic relationship.
And this CNN host made a fool of herself with this audition to work for Joe Biden.
CNN Demands Americans Don’t Celebrate THIS Holiday
A lonely 70-year-old widow decided that it was time to marry again. She put an ad in the local newspaper that read: “Husband wanted! Must be in my age group, must not beat me, must not run around on me and must still be good in bed. All applicants please apply in person.”
The following day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she opened the door to see a gray-haired gentleman sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.
“You’re not really asking me to consider you, are you?” the widow asked: “Just look at you — you have no legs!”
The old gent smiled: “Therefore, I cannot run around on you!”
“You don’t have any arms either!” she snorted.
Again, the old man smiled: “Therefore, I can never beat you!”
She raised an eyebrow and asked intently: “Are you still good in bed?”
The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said: “I rang the doorbell, didn’t I?”