Don’t you know. The older aged folk don’t care, because they’ll be dead and gone so it won’t matter for them. So much for passing the torch on to the next generation. No great American men left to fight, no one to follow, no way to lead.
The future “IS” bleak as a result. America has been infiltrated, there is no going back, there is no turning it around. Whatever this administration is has ensured that the Miracle of America is dead and gone. The fumes still linger, but there is no substance. Nadda, zip, kaput, gone. Forever. Because too many Americans are sissified and unwilling to stand up for freedom.
Some here will say I’m wrong, blah blah blah. If I were wrong, Obama would never have even been a senator. Congressmen would have taken the first draft of the AACA and relieved themselves on it. Obama would have been mercilessly made fun of and laughed out of the WH with his tranny wife. ISIS would never have crawled out from under their caves because the mouths would have been under constant gunfire. The poppy fields in Afghanistan would have been burnt, and the soil salted on our way out. All of Irans nuclear facilities would be under a cloud of dust shortly after a star of David was seen streaking by at mach 2.
Guess what? There ain’t no one to blame for all these wrongs except for Americans.
“The older aged folk don’t care, because they’ll be dead and gone so it won’t matter for them.”
You could not be more wrong. The “older age folk” are most likely the ones who will really fight. I’m 64, a Vietnam vet (USAFSS: Air Force Intelligence; but not in-country), and there are a great many just like me, who love this country, and who will not “go gently into that good night.” We will fight, with every muscle and fiber of our being. Yes, our eyesight is not what it once was (but still good enough), and we have lost a step or two in our agility, and we don’t have the stamina we once had, but don’t count us out: Because we are older, we are far more apt to “stand our ground,” and will not surrender. They will have to run over our dead bodies; our cold, lifeless hands still clutching our weapons, broken or empty, to even get close to those we love.
Now that approaches motengator status which is like flying at Warp plus.
“The older aged folk don’t care”? “The miracle of America is dead and gone”? Where do you get that surrender monkey crap from sonny?