They refuse to meet our men in uniform on the battlefield, and instead opt to attack innocent civilians. They attacked Americans of all ages and races... at a football game in Chicago. Innocent shoppers in Indianapolis and Minnesota lost their lives while doing nothing but shopping for Christmas gifts for their families. In Ohio college students were gunned down on their way to classes. The future leaders of this nation had their lives ended prematurely. In Detroit a rally of protesters exercising. As we were enjoying a pre-dinner cocktail in the Hotel lounge, we began chatting with three guys Enzo, Robert, and James they appeared to be between 20 and 25 years old. (about the same age as our two sons.) Enzo told us that they were there for a bachelor party for a friend, who was getting married the very next weekend. After a few drinks another one of their friends showed up and was introduced as the “Lucky Man” Jose. He appeared to be slightly younger and a little bashful. After a few. "No indeed," smiled Paris.Rory got up from her chair and perched herself on the massive oak table. She waggled her finger at Paris and looked down her nose. "Hooligans!" she declaimed in a deep voice. "Poking! Wrestling!" That one was YOUR fault," interjected the blonde girl. "You had your arms around me and were trying to back me into that corner." So I wanted you all to myself." defended Rory. "Besides, YOU started it with that little touch on my leg that Mr. Medina thought was a poke." I'm. I turned over on my back, mommy pushed me to the side and laid beside me. she put her arm under my tummy and the other on my leg. she told me she was going to hold my leg up for daddy. I liked it when mommy cuddled me, i felt so safe. I felt daddy poking again, I tensed up my bottom, he told mommy to make me relax or it going to hurt worse. I started crying, I kept saying "its going to hurt". Mommy held me tight and told me I needed to push down like I did when I went poo poo. I was sobbing,.