You graduated high school in 2011.  Your teenage years were a struggle.  You grew up on the wrong side of the
tracks.  Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food
on your plate.  Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that
made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football.


Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football.  Instead of going to football practice after
school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.  You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where

coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best.  They laid out the red carpet for you. Your
best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s.  College was not an option for him.  On the day you signed with
Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter.


You went to summer workouts.  He went to basic training. You spent the next four years living in the athletic
dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.  
Tutors attended to your every academic need.  You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard.
You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country.  
Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq
once and Afghanistan twice.  He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year old soldiers who grew up just
like he did.  He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American's give their lives, limbs, and
innocence for the USA.


You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts.  You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were
drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money
possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of professional football.  Your
best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per
year.

You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach.  He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10
other combat loaded soldiers.  You will sleep at the Ritz.  He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep. You
will “make it rain” in the club.  He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.

On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name.  For your best
friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week.  There are no adoring fans.
There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front
lines and “go to the rear” to rest.  He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV.  When the National
Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television.  While you protest the
unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great
country.

To the players of the NFL:  We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys.  
We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to
watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express
yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you.  We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your
domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of wealth. We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your
physical skills before what is morally right.  But now you have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our
country, our soldiers, our police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you
disparage our great country.  I am done with NFL football and encourage all like minded Americans to boycott
the NFL as well.

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I did not find this email below until after Veterans Day, very sorry. So let's take it to the next level,
boycott them, don't watch the games the rest of this season. You can simply check the scores in the
paper or see the scores while watching other sports teams that do stand for our sacred National
Anthem. Or, not!
National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all
fans, all ticket holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Pass this post
along to all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped
over their coffin.


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Wildlife Trivia
These American men and women served our country with pride and distinction and stood for the National
Anthem and what it means to be an American as do most Americans. There are hundreds of American
cemeteries like these around the world.
They represent
"The land of the Free and the home of the Brave"
NFL players that do not respect or appreciate the great country we live in?
Move to another country where there are no problems!!!

Thanks to Chuck Grovine, NY for sending me this email.

1.We stand for the flag to salute those who paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.
2.We stand for the flag to remember what unites us, which is being an American.
3.We stand for the flag to set an example for the next generation.
For those who fell and for those who fight, show them you stand steadfastly proud to salute Old Glory.
Henry Rifle
It's a good read and analogy so here we go....
You graduated high school in 2011.  Your teenage years were a
struggle.  You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.  Your mother was
the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your
head and food on your plate.  Academics were a struggle for you and
your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand
out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while
carrying a football.

Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t  play football.  Instead
of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds
for minimum wage.  You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent
every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where

coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best.  They
laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at
Mickey D’s.  College was not an option for him.  On the day you signed
with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army
recruiter.

Read the whole story on this page on our website
HERE

As a proud Veteranwith millions of other Vererans for this great
Country, The United States of Amercia .
President Ronald Reagan reminds us what the United States of
America  is all about.