“So you packed up and moved to the Philippines huh?”
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No, son, I first moved to central Europe. You obviously do not know that I am retired, choosing to live my final years exploring other countries.
Your ancestors? Do you even know them? I know mine.
My great great great uncle was America’s Uncle Sam, 1812, Troy New York.
Now, tell me YOUR plan to recover the America that I grew up in. First clue...It will not be in my lifetime.
Now, go find your own life and enjoy what is left of it.
First of all, don’t call me son. I am probably as old or older than you at 65. I am also retired and have traveled the world many times over and lived in many foreign countries during my military career. None of them was as great as this country and it made me appreciate how blessed I was to be born here. As far as my lineage, my eighth great-grandfather came to this country in 1612 and yes I know every one of them and where they are buried. My fourth great-grandfather literally stood side-by-side with Thomas Jefferson and Patrick Henry and others in Williamsburg and Richmond and he fought in the American Revolution along with his brothers. I will do everything in my power to maintain the liberties and freedom that my forefathers and founding fathers fought and died for. My Congressmen hear from me weekly and I contribute financially to those politicians and other causes that will look after the best interest of this country. It may not be in my lifetime that we take back the America I grew up in, but I will do my best to insure it for my children and grandchildren. And if the need ever arises, I will indeed take up arms once again to defend this great nation. You have a nice day in the Philippines.
“..Your ancestors? Do you even know them? I know mine.
My great great great uncle was America’s Uncle Sam, 1812, Troy New York....”
Ah, but there’s the rub Al...your “Uncle Sam” didn’t run away. You did.
There ya go again, making friends and influencing people where ever you go.
Put a sock in it, sport.
Dawg Pound... WOOF!
So you say. Given that you're a filthy, bald-faced lying WORM, I'm sure you're lying about that, too.
WHERE'S THE QUOTE, SCUMBAG?!?!?!?!
GRRRRRRRR...Dawg Soldiers up!
Scouts Out! Cavalry Ho!