Freedom Flight to the WWII Memorial

Message from KFBK

Thanks to your generous donations, we have surpassed our goal and will send a privately chartered plane full of WWII veterans to the Memorial in D.C.!

Recognizing what blessed lives we are each living in the year 2004, it seems only appropriate that our nation pay tribute to the generation that made such freedoms possible... The Greatest Generation.

Six decades later, the brave men and women of World War II have at last been honored with a breathtaking Memorial on the Capitol Mall, dedicated just two weeks ago. Unfortunately, it comes at a season in their lives that makes cross-country travel a near insurmountable challenge for many of them.

KFBK's Kelly Brothers and Chris Lane have put together a trip to make it all possible for some of the veterans of WWII... an obstacle & stress-free trip to the nation's capitol via chartered jet, so that those who fought may see and touch the symbol of their sacrifice.

Thanks to the overwhelming generosity of you, our audience, we are now able to fill a privately chartered jet with WWII veterans and fly them to the Capitol. You came out in droves, donating over $75,000 in cash!

Alex Spanos, himself a WWII veteran, has written a generous check to cover the cost of our private United Airlines flight. In addition, Sacramento's favorite son and KFBK alumni, Rush Limbaugh, donated $50,000 to the fund, bringing our total to an amazing $220,000!


These donations ensure that a full plane of veterans will go completely free -- all expenses covered, and it allows them to bring a companion to physically assist them if need be. Perhaps most importantly, it allows them to share their history and sacrifice with a loved one.

The plane lifts off June 21st. Keep it tuned to News Talk 1530 KFBK as we bring the trip to you with live reports from the road!

Other donors we need to acknowledge with a huge THANK YOU, include: Pacific Coast Building Products, Trainor-Robertson, I.D. Marketing and the employees of Sleep Train!

For Dad

I miss you.

Strength of John Wayne
Humor of Dean Martin
Eyebrows of Don Rumsfeld
Voice of Al Jolson

Buy the Book

Misunderestimated
The President Battles Terrorism, John Kerry and the Bush Haters

by Bill Sammon

George W. Bush stared out the window of his limousine at the largest protest of his presidency. A thousand angry demonstrators - maybe more - were rampaging through the streets of Portland, Oregon, utterly overwhelming the meager contingent of police trying to restore order. The motorcade was headed directly into a melee so chaotic that the Secret Service could no longer guarantee the president's safety. Indeed, three minutes before Bush's limousine was supposed to make its final approach to the hotel, police lost control of Taylor Street altogether. They radioed the Secret Service, frantically directing the motorcade to a secondary route. Furious, the agents swung the president south and tried another approach. But the sophisticated protestors, using scouts with cell phones, got wind of Plan B. They rushed to head off Bush before he could penetrate the barricades surrounding the Hilton. Street cops joined in the footrace, hoping to prevent a calamity at Sixth Avenue. The president suddenly understood why his father had nicknamed this city "Little Beirut."

Tongan Warriors

Raincross reminds us of the global participation in the War on Terror, with the announcement of troops from Tonga.

I know a little about Tongans. Back in the day, 1985 to be specific, I was the tour/travel guide for a high school team from San Mateo county going to the National High School Rugby Championships in Washington DC, representing the west coast. That team was about 75% Tongan nationals, kids whose Dads worked at the San Francisco airport as baggage handlers. If memory serves, they were all about 15 years old, 6'4" 230 pounds (or more).

They had a pidgin accent, my name being Chewey. We went to all the DC tourist sites, most of which meant little to them (think 15 year old boys, compounded by english as a second language and no academic superstars among them) but they were well mannered and good sports. On our last stop we went to the National Cathedral. Pausing in front of the altar, they sang with beautiful clear voices the Tongan National Anthem. It is one of my favorite memories of DC.

The Brilliant Mark Steyn

Steyn Online has a bunch of songs from the John Kerry Songbook(hat tip to Blogs for Bush)

KERRY AND DEAN TOGETHER AT LAST
Apologies to Dino:

Ain't Dub a Kick in the Head

How lucky can George Bush be?
They love him and don't like me,
Like Ann Richards once said,
"Ain't Dub a kick in the head"

He shrugs off each big attack,
Even though Al Gore's got my back,
As Mike Moore once said quote,
"It was a fic-titious vote"

Karl Rove keeps spinning
Bush runs and runs and keeps winning
If this is just the beginning
My life is gonna be, pi-i-ti-ful

He's campaigning up the spread,
Come voting day, I'll be dead,
Makes me sick
Ain't Dub a kick,
In the head

Jerry Aldini
Lethbridge, Alberta

he's also got songs from my main men, Louis Prima, Sammy Cahn and Gershwin

Along the way, I ran across another musical blogger ;^D

Love it!

Jokes

Conan
Recently John Kerry was asked to describe his wife in three words. Not surprisingly he said, "My meal ticket.”

Leno
In a recent interview, Howard Dean said the downfall of his campaign started with the Al Gore endorsement. Hey you don’t think al gore could have secretly endorsed the Lakers, do you?

More Jokes at Newsmax

Red States have stupid people too?

I thought we in the blue had a monopoly on mean-spirited, anti-religious bigotry, but apparently there are some stupid people in Mississippi, including Brandon Niemeyer, Josie Tracy and E.B. Zimmerman.

San Diego

My pal SheriLee's husband was quoted in the San Diego Union-Tribune yesterday ...

Outside the cathedral, a small crowd of people stood quietly in a light rain, catching snippets of the service on portable radios. They softly applauded the eulogies and laughed along with the world leaders inside.

"I've never felt such a sense of personal loss about the death of a public figure," said Jeff Norris, 46, who had taken an early-morning train from Baltimore to honor a former president he hailed as "candid, honest and decent."

Speaking of San Diego ... the California Republican Party Convention will be held at the Manchester Grand Hyatt August 6-8, 2004. I'd like to organize a blogger's brunch on Saturday, possibly with Ted Costa, the Father of the Recall. Would anyone be interested in attending?

Reagan Garden

I haven't had the stamina to watch the broadcasts or spend to much time on the net for the last 2 days, and I know I'll be in a total puddle by the end of the week if I don't ration my emotional opportunities. So I've thought of something very positive I could do to remember our great President.

I'm planting the Reagan Garden.

I've been to my favorite nurseries, Talini's, Fair Oaks Blvd. Nursery and the Capital Nursery in Elk Grove and purchased a bunch of plants for my Reagan Rose Garden. They'll be planted next week. If you're in Sacramento, stop by.

Ronald Reagan Rose


Nancy Reagan Rose


Spirit of Freedom Rose


St. Patrick Rose


Mr. Lincoln Rose


Bob Hope Rose


American Hero Honor Rose


America Rose


UPDATE: The roses are planted. We'll be having the dedication sometime later this summer. Hope you all can come.

My Dad and Ronald Reagan

My first political memory is walking precincts to elect Ronald Reagan as Governor with my Dad. WHY NOT AN ACTOR, WE'VE HAD A CLOWN FOR 8 YEARS. It's also my only policial activist memory with my Dad. He was a Barcalounge politician. Every night he'd watched the Huntley/Brinkley Report, every morning he'd read the Sacramento Union (the Bee was for liberals) and every night he'd pontificate at the dining room table. He thought that Nancy Reagan was one of the prettiest women he'd ever seen (besides my mom) and had his only brush with fame sitting next to her on a PSA flight to LA once.

In 1984, my Dad got cancer. We stepped up our travel schedule, cuz there were some places he needed to see or see one more time. We traveled to Ireland and drank a pint at the Ronald Reagan Lounge in Ballyporeen.

On October 17, 1984, just 2 weeks before the election, my Dad passed away. The day before he had asked my brother, his namesake, to go down to the polling place and cast his ballot for him, after all they had the same name. My brother said "Dad, that's a felony"

Perhaps they'll have a pint together now.



Thanks to All Posters for the photo.