The BBHQ Monday Morning Upper
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Boy did we find a gem this week. At this stage, rarely do one of our
boomer-era music artists come up with a big, hit single. Big albums; yes.
But single hits? Well, Rod Stewart has come up with one.
This is a great video for three seasons. The music is catchy;
you’ll want to tap your foot and join in. The lyrics are uplifting;
they grab your heart and move you. Finally, 70 year-old Rod Stewart is
outside, on the top floor of a building in Los Angeles, singing his heart
out, and he is having a blast! You can see it; you can feel it. And it is
contagious. You cannot help but smile.
This is a great video!
And because we are late, we'll make this BBHQ Monday Morning Upper
available to newsletter subscribers through Wednesday.
If it's Tuesday, it must be Monday: That's our story, and we're
sticking to it. We were filled with rational exuberence over Freedom
Weekend; our celebration lasted an extra day. Thus, we're a day late this
Freedom Month at BBHQ Continues
This month we celebrate... indeed, we cherish freedom at
Where is My America?
What happened to my America? Today we have allowed those who are more
concerned about themselves than their country to set the agenda, to lead
us down a dirty, deceitful, and destructive road. Too many of us are
willing to follow; too few of us are willing to help get us back on the
When I was a kid, we respected immigrants who came to this country;
we welcomed them; we heralded them. We encouraged immigration not out of
some foolish, self-destructive, philanthropic notion, but because
immigration was good for the country. We wanted a better country.
We had standards; we set limits. We expected immigrants to come here
legally and to obey our laws. We expected our government to properly
restrict and screen immigrants coming to our country. In large part, the
Legal immigrants came here to participate in our society and our values,
to embrace our culture, and to enjoy and to add to our national wealth.
They melted into our society. They became part of it.
We understood diversity; we were a product of diversity. But we
celebrated and focused on what we had in common, not what separated us.
We were not hyphenated Americans; we were Americans. Period. And we were
immensely proud of it.
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