It sure isn’t the America I was born in.
I’m just glad my dead father isn’t around
to have to see what has become of the
country he fought for all through the
Pacific.
My dad is still around, thankfully. He’s 76. I’m very grateful for that every day. He’s a truly great man.
It’s when I think of my Italian immigrant grandfather that I tear up. I can picture him (all five feet of him) looking around and shaking his head, not sure what to make of it all.
It is for people like your dad that we owe the duty to absolutely fight like hell the horseshit on parade right now. Every FReeper worth their salt knows that, and will be in the arena, come November.
Your dad didn’t fight for nothing. I promise you.