Maybe some were shocked,but something needed to happen that was going to be different than what we were experiencing & it could have happened sooner if enough of the right people had gotten out to vote. It may not have been the most momentous experience in someone’s life,but it was a biggie,& I think a positive one, for sure.
Maybe some were shocked,but something needed to happen that was going to be different than what we were experiencing & it could have happened sooner if enough of the right people had gotten out to vote. It may not have been the most momentous experience in someone’s life,but it was a biggie,& I think a positive one, for sure.
It shows me that the American spirit is alive and well despite an 8 year long assault against it. America saw through the globalist agenda and just smacked it down.
St. Crispen’s Day Speech
William Shakespeare, 1599
Enter the KING
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
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
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
I dont know what this song is but I love these two videos
Nominee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiJYGV8faZw
President
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGomGRZIDIE
I was told a story once by someone I trust as a sane and sober person. He was part of a group of people who had gone to see a saint from India touring the US. The saint went for his daily walk, with his visitors in tow, but they were in a bad area of a city. As they turned corner, he saw that ahead of them was a group of three gang-groomed rottweilers that, while chained, had very LONG chains that allowed them to dominate the sidewalk all the way out into the street. The saint however paid them no mind and walked cheerfully straight towards the dogs.
My friend said that he somewhat fell from the faith at that moment, because his last thought towards the saint before reaching the dogs was "this ain't India, welcome to the real world." But later he felt very guilty about that, because what happened was precisely nothing - the group and the saint were suddenly on the other side of the dogs, still walking along. My friend said there was no flash of light, no heavenly sounds, no protective angels with swords. In fact, he said if you blinked you would have missed it, and when he looked back, the dogs were all silently staring at the group like they were puzzled. No drama at all. He said it was the weirdest experience of his life.
That's how I feel about Trump's win. We all experienced a miracle. He just couldn't win, not even with all our help - everything was simply too stacked against him, too much liberal stupidity, too much lying, too much cheating, too much evil. Then, all of a sudden, he just... won. Game over. Liberals howling, media shocked, Hillary in hiding, Democrats collapsed - Boom, it's just over.
And yet, so few people realize what an extraordinary, impossible, enormous thing just happened.
But it did.
Hillary Rodham worked on Watergate and according used her lack of ethics even then.
How IRONIC that history clashed this year and one of the most unethical politicians of our time was defeated by someone who was encouraged to run for president by the person HRC was helping to investigate regarding ethics.
Also, Israel is God's and she needed protection.
For such a time as this...
"Hey, Hillary, watch me pull an election out of my hat!"
Hillary: "Your deplorables can't help you now!"
Donald, after winning: "All your government is mine now!"
Hillary sobbing: "It was mine, mine..."
As others have said, best election ever!