Three strangers

Three  strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their  flights. One  is an American Indian passing through from Lame Cowboy on his  way to Billings for a livestock show and the  third passenger is a
fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at  Montana State University from the Middle  East.
Their  discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that  the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and
the conversation falls into an uneasy  lull. The  cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a  magazine table  and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is  blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no
plane  comes.
Finally,  the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, At one time here, my  people were many, but sadly, now we are few."
The  Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few,"  he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you
suppose that  is?"
The  Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the  darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl,  "That's  'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's  a-comin'."

We will withdraw our TRoops

We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany, South Korea, the Middle East, and the Philippines.  They don't want us there.  We would station troops at our borders.  No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence.

OIL

Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil.  If they don't like it, we'll go someplace else.  They can go somewhere else to sell their production.  (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.)

The Language we speak

The Language we speak is ENGLISH..learn it...or LEAVE... The Statue of Liberty is no longer Saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' "  
May God bless you. God Bless America.

Persecution on the Horizon

"We have all been children, and are too much so at the present time; but we hope in the Lord that we may grow in grace and be prepared for all things which the bosom of futurity may disclose unto us. Time is rapidly rolling on, and the prophecies must be fulfilled. The days of tribulation are fast approaching, and the time to test the fidelity of the Saints has come. Rumor with her ten thousand tongues is diffusing her uncertain sounds in almost every ear; but in these times of sore trial, let the Saints be patient and see the salvation of God. Those who cannot endure persecution, and stand in the day of affliction, cannot stand in the day when the Son of God shall burst the veil, and appear in all the glory of His Father, with all the holy angels."
 
Joseph Smith, Kirtland, Ohio, December 1833, ( History of the Church, 1:468)