Larry Davis

Moe, Larry, Mow Ft Adams (volunteer). Early Colonial RI and 19th C US history freak. Software QA and tree rancher. USN Veteran. OMNIA VINCIT AMOR

[Jean Jacques @JeanJacques1956]

@KristanTHarris

[GCPatriot13 @j_pizzimenti]

@KristanTHarris America canNOT be FREE
UNLESS AIPAC's CONTROL over DC ENDS
Israeli spy Pollard admitted Israel has Nuclear weapons.
Israel has NEVER complied w/IAEA Anti Nuclear Proliferation Rules
The Symington Amendment states
It is ILLEGAL for the US to FUND a noncompliant Nuclear nations

[Ford Fischer @FordFischer]

I was invited this weekend to speak to the @LPNational as they held their 2026 convention in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Here's what I told them about independent journalism, and the three government lists they should all aspire to be on:

https://t.co/0QSeXOaGmT

[Thomas Massie @RepThomasMassie]

The President’s Big Beautiful Bill, the Iran War, and Republican spending bills will create a $2 trillion budget DEFICIT in 2026.

Financing just the new debt costs more than all federal road & bridge projects, and we will be making those new interest payments each year, forever.

[𝗟𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘀𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗿 @LiberTasWar79]

The image depicts Katherine Cathey, the pregnant widow of U.S. Marine 2nd Lt. James “Jim” Cathey, lying on an air mattress on the floor in front of her husband’s flag-draped casket the night before his burial. A Marine honor guard stands vigil in the background.

Jim Cathey was tragically killed in action in Iraq in August 2005. Overcome with grief, Katherine refused to leave her husband’s casket. She requested to spend one final night with him. Two Marines went to great lengths to provide her with a makeshift bed, using a mattress and pillows on the floor. One Marine stood guard over her and the casket throughout the night.

This powerful and Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph was captured by Todd Heisler in 2005 as part of his series “Jim Comes Home” for the Rocky Mountain News.

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

@bbalkovani A bear

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

@james_xond 29 — 40 years ago.

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

Most Americans have no idea where Memorial Day actually came from.

It was not invented by Congress. It was not handed down by a president. It was built from the ground up by ordinary citizens standing over the graves of men who gave everything for this country.

The Civil War ended in April 1865. It cost roughly 750,000 American lives, more than every other war this nation has fought combined. Every town had empty chairs at the dinner table. Every county had fresh graves. The wounds were everywhere.

And out of that grief, something uniquely American happened. Without any federal order, communities across the country, North and South, began visiting cemeteries in the spring of 1866 to lay flowers on the graves of fallen soldiers. Waterloo, New York. Columbus, Mississippi. Boalsburg, Pennsylvania. Carbondale, Illinois. Charleston, South Carolina. Dozens of towns later claimed to be the birthplace of the tradition, because the tradition rose up in dozens of places at once.

That is the point. Nobody told Americans to honor their dead. They just did it.

On May 5, 1868, a Union general named John A. Logan, then commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, recognized what the country was already doing and made it official. He issued General Order No. 11, designating May 30th as a day "for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion."

He chose May 30th for a simple reason. It was not the anniversary of any battle. He wanted a day that belonged to all the fallen, not to any single victory or defeat.

They called it Decoration Day.

The first national observance was held at Arlington National Cemetery, on land that had been seized from Robert E. Lee's family and turned into the resting place of Union dead. 5,000 people showed up. James Garfield, a future president, gave the speech. Children from a nearby orphanage for the children of dead soldiers walked through the rows of graves placing flowers on every single headstone, Union and Confederate alike.

That last detail matters. From the very beginning, Americans understood that the dead belonged to the country, not to a side.

After World War I, the holiday expanded to honor the fallen of every American war. In 1971, it officially became Memorial Day and was moved to the last Monday in May.

But the core never changed. It is one of the only holidays in the world founded not by decree but by grief. A nation of citizens who chose, on their own, to remember.

This Memorial Day, remember what it actually is. Not a long weekend. Not a sale at the mall. A promise. That the men and women who died for this country will never be forgotten by the country they died for.

Pass it on.

[Justin Amash @justinamash]

To the families & friends of America’s fallen service members: may your loved ones’ memory be eternal. Let’s honor their sacrifice by ensuring no president takes us to war without the express approval of Congress, a just and moral cause, a clear mission, and a viable plan to win.

[Civil War Breakfast Club Podcast @CWBreakfastClub]

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[Justin Amash @justinamash]

Thanks to @LPNational for inviting me to deliver a keynote at the Libertarian National Convention in my hometown of Grand Rapids.

As we celebrate America’s 250th birthday, I spoke about our libertarian heritage, the Constitution under assault, and how we must seize this moment.

[Libertarian Party @LPNational]

They will post a flag today. The men who voted for the appropriations, the ones who sat on the committees, the contractors who cleared a record quarter.

They will post a folded flag and the word sacrifice and they will mean none of it, because sacrifice is the word you use when you do not want to say sent.

A decision was made by people who would never make the drive to Dover. The bill came due somewhere else, to someone else, to a kid who believed the recruiter and a family that believed the kid was protected by men who were serious.

The men were not serious. They were positioning. The deployment was a line item and the funeral was a press opportunity and the gap between those two facts is where the dead actually live.

Grieve them with the specificity they were denied, the names instead of the number, the reason they were nineteen and overseas instead of the abstraction that says they answered a call. There was no call. There was a vote, and a budget, and a man in a good suit who has never once been afraid.

Honor those who have fallen by naming the hand that signed, and then by refusing to hand that pen to anyone who wants it.

There is one party that has never asked for the pen. The Libertarian Party does not want the war it would have to sell you on Memorial Day. That is the whole offer. No new flags to fold.

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

Memorial Day boots on the ground, troops lost since the (undeclared) War on Terror 9/11 at Ft Adams Newport RI OSDRI (over 7000)

[Hillsdale College @Hillsdale]

When Memorial Day was first observed on May 30, 1868, its purpose was to honor Union soldiers who had died in the Civil War. After World War I, however, the observance was broadened to include fallen soldiers from all major American wars.

[Sal the Agorist @SallyMayweather]

The best thing you can do for fallen soldiers on Memorial Day is to stop voting for politicians who make more of them.

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

In the US senate

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

Kasie, South Carolina Election Finance | Kasie Whitener for US Senate https://t.co/kUz8klwHLi

Best wishes Kasie! Rooting for the first Libertarian

[Bernie Sanders @BernieSanders]

AIPAC spent $9 million to take out Rep. Thomas Massie.

Trump megadonors spent another $7 million.

It was the most ever spent on a House primary race—all because he defied Trump on Gaza and Epstein.

NO, billionaire super PACs should not buy our elections. One person, one vote.

[Larry Davis @Larry_RI]

@PeriklesGREAT For driving fence posts.

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

Katharine Hepburn, in her own words:
"Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one family between us and the ticket counter. That family made a lasting impression on me.
There were eight children, all under the age of 12. From the way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have much money, but their clothes were clean, very clean. The children were well-behaved, standing in pairs behind their parents, holding hands.
They were so excited about the clowns, the animals, and all the acts they would see that night. From their excitement, you could tell they had never been to a circus before. It was going to be a highlight of their lives.
The father and mother stood proudly at the front of their little group. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking at him as if to say, 'You’re my knight in shining armor.' He was smiling, enjoying seeing his family happy.
The ticket lady asked how many tickets he wanted, and he proudly responded, 'I want eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets.' Then she announced the price.
The wife let go of her husband’s hand, her head dropped, and the man’s lip began to quiver. He leaned in closer and asked, 'How much did you say?'
The ticket lady repeated the price.
He didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn around and tell his eight kids that he couldn’t afford to take them to the circus?
Seeing what was happening, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and dropped it on the ground. We weren’t rich by any means. My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder, and said, 'Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.'
The man understood what was happening. He wasn’t being handed charity, but he gratefully accepted the help in his desperate, heartbreaking, and embarrassing situation. He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed the bill tightly, and with trembling lips and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, 'Thank you, sir. This really means so much to me and my family.'
My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 my dad gave away was what we had planned to use for our own tickets.
Although we didn’t see the circus that night, we felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus.
That day, I learned the true value of giving. The Giver is greater than the Receiver.
If you want to be great, greater than life itself, learn to give. Love has nothing to do with what you expect to get, only with what you expect to give—everything.
The importance of giving and blessing others cannot be overstated because there is always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy through acts of giving."
~Katharine Hepburn