On a hill in San Diego Stands a monument to our losses; A tribute to our wartime dead Like many other crosses. Against a tranquil azure sky, This cross has borne the years, It's spreading shadow falling Upon graves that bear our tears. For decades no one's questioned This pale tribute to our slain, Until angry Libs at ACLU, Decided to complain; And seek a federal order From robed fools in Sodom town, That this offensive Christian symbol Must forthwith be torn down.   To everything's a season, A time for birth and dying, A time, too, for love of country To fall victim to Liberal lying; A time for those of any faith, Those heartfelt, frank believers, To be ridiculed and rejected By hollow harsh deceivers; But there is a time as well When truth must sure prevail, When our hearts sense basic truth, Causing fools like these to fail. And stand we must against these fools, Or it will be our gravest loss, If these fools succeed when they demand, Mr. Bush, tear down that...(Read Full Post)