Let's make it a point to honor all our heroes in our U.S. Military at every link we visit where we might leave a comment! Wishing Happy Veterans Day to all Veterans and I am keeping those in the war zone in my prayers.
Next to this clown, Clay Aiken is one tough hombre.
I’m not a sheep, and I am not waiting around for a sheepdog. I’m a tough old man and I am ready to fight. And there’s a lot of other hard-boiled birds like me.
Yes, soldiers are heroes. No matter what BS wars the totalitarians get them into the stand up, the do what they need to do for their country, they are heroes.
I’ve noticed that those on the left who never served are quick to denigrate military service and the military in general as a defense mechanism to hide their cowardly act of avoiding the inherent dangers of actually putting your life on the line for your nation.
Saw that article over the weekend, written by some hippie, long-hair type who probably worships at the altar of Obama
Henry V’s Speech Before Agincourt
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
It goes to show, there are a lot of people living in this country who haven’t a clue what it means to be an American. As long as they have their abortions and “smart” phones, they’re happy little campers.
To Salon and their ilk, true “heroism” is reserved for people like Kaci Hickox and Dr. Craig Spencer, who was recently released from his Ebola quarantine to great fanfare in New York City. While no one denies their altruism (to a point), the fact that they have to constantly remind us of their selflessness somewhat defeats the purpose.
Our unending thanks & God’s Blessings to everyone who wore the uniform and truly put themselves in harm’s way on behalf of all Americans…
Salon reporters take Viagra to make themselves taller. Which reminds me of the old saying, a stiff prick hath no conscience.
Written by a coward who, if ever facing a threat, would first soil himself, and then call 911 so the very people he is denigrating could save him. I have nothing but contempt for scum like this.
Now that Fred Phelps became worm chow, maybe Salon can “revitalize” the Westboro Baptist Church, and hang out at soldiers’ funerals with them. Oh, wait, the Westies are (supposedly) anti-homosexual, that would be a conflict of interest, wouldn’t it?
The puke is back on Twitter and is doubling down.
Sadly, I will not be allowed to choose an internet provider and pay for internet service that saves bandwidth and increases the speed and enjoyment of my internet experience... by blocking ALL internet traffic sourced at Salon.com.
Theodore Roosevelt comes to mind, “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
And Salon has NO journalistic validity.