Some of us are older, we may be harmed to some extent, but we have lived most of our lives already. We fight not for ourselves, but for our COUNTRY and our family members! We are the ones who remember America, the SHINING CITY ON THE HILL, the BEST nation, warts and all, that ever was, which is now on her last legs.
Dare we go softly into that dark night, or do we raise our voices, TOGETHER, and do what we must to save what can be saved, fix that which is now shredded and broken? I SAY HELL YES TO THE LATTER!
What say ye all ?
Horace Walpole said;
Good Men Cannot save a great nation,
because Good Men will not go to the lengths necessary!
You’re welcome.
Some of us are older, we may be harmed to some extent, but we have lived most of our lives already. We fight not for ourselves, but for our COUNTRY and our family members! We are the ones who remember America, the SHINING CITY ON THE HILL, the BEST nation, warts and all, that ever was, which is now on her last legs.
Dare we go softly into that dark night, or do we raise our voices, TOGETHER, and do what we must to save what can be saved, fix that which is now shredded and broken? I SAY HELL YES TO THE LATTER!
What say ye all ?
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I’m with you all,
I agree with Trump—better to live one day as a lion than one hundred days as a lamb.
Remember, this the ancient Roman expression Trump likes that Uniparty and its Ministry of Truth tried to pass off as “fascist” in slandering Trump as Mussolini?
RIP Lavoy Finicum