They left home as boys 8 decades ago to go out and save the world. Last night they sat at the WWII Memorial together and celebrated their country's 250th. Still heroic.
To the Americans:
I've travelled all over the world. I've familiarized myself with many places, and met many people. And I'm a Canadian, although I’m privileged to reside once again in the States.
And here's something I've noticed, and it’s a key element of America's continuing greatness:
You bloody Americans value success, and you believe in its existence.
This is something that doesn't really happen anywhere else in the world. Even in other free democracies—the United Kingdom; Finland, Sweden, and Norway; Australia, New Zealand and Canada; Germany, France, and the Netherlands (great countries all)—a counterproductive cynicism too often reigns.
Success is equated with exploitation.
Ambition is looked upon with contempt.
This happens sometimes in the United States too—particularly among the miserable progressives, who confuse their resentment, ingratitude and unearned skepticism with wisdom.
But in your great country, by and large, striving is admired and success celebrated.
This means that more people strive and succeed in the US than anywhere else. And it's increasingly obvious. You remain stunningly more innovative and productive than any people anywhere else on the planet.
And so I say, as all should who are fortunate enough to live in the western world, let alone America:
Thank God for the United States.
Thank God for the wisdom of its founders.
Thank God for its faith in the free market and in the natural rights of man.
Happy birthday, you damn Yankees and Southerners.
Long may your admirable country dominate the world.
Long may your freedom and hope provide an example to those suffering everywhere at the hands of their malevolent states.
May your two and a half centuries of unparallelled success be just the beginning.
Your country is the light of the world, and the city on the hill.
Thank God for the USA.
Happy 250th.
Dr. Jordan B. Peterson
In September of 1814, America was once again in trouble.
The young republic was only thirty-eight years old. The War of 1812 had gone badly. British troops had marched into Washington, burned the Capitol, set the White House ablaze, and now turned their sights toward Baltimore. If Fort McHenry fell, the harbor would be open, the city would likely follow, and another devastating blow would be dealt to the fragile nation.
Amid this uncertainty, a young American lawyer named Francis Scott Key sailed under a flag of truce to the British fleet. He had come to negotiate the release of a friend, a physician the British had captured.
He succeeded.
The British agreed to free the doctor.
But there was a catch.
Because Key and his companions had seen too much of the British fleet and learned too much about its plans, they were not allowed to return to shore. Instead, they were detained aboard a ship in the harbor and forced to watch the coming battle from behind enemy lines.
On the morning of September 13, the bombardment began.
For the next twenty-five hours, British warships unleashed somewhere between 1,500 and 1,800 bombs and rockets upon Fort McHenry. These were the “bombs bursting in air” and the “rockets’ red glare” of the song—not poetic embellishments, but terrible realities.
Key stood on the deck through the endless day and the long, terrifying night. Every explosion lit the darkness for a fleeting instant before the smoke swallowed everything again. Somewhere beyond that wall of fire stood the fort. Somewhere beyond it flew an American flag if it still flew at all.
He could not see.
He could only listen.
As long as the guns continued firing, there was reason to hope. The British would not waste ammunition on a fort that had already surrendered.
Then, just before dawn…
The guns fell silent.
For the first time all night, there was only stillness.
It was the most frightening sound of all.
Had the fort finally fallen? Had the defenders surrendered? Had the flag been torn down in the darkness while no one could see?
There was nothing to do but wait.
As the first light of September 14 slowly pushed back the smoke, Francis Scott Key strained his eyes toward the distant fort.
Then he saw it. Not a British flag.
The American flag. Still there. Still flying.
That flag was no ordinary banner. Months earlier, the fort’s commander had commissioned a Baltimore flagmaker, Mary Pickersgill, to sew a flag so enormous “that the British would have no difficulty seeing it from a distance.” It measured roughly thirty by forty-two feet, carried fifteen stars and fifteen stripes, and was so large it had to be assembled on the floor of a brewery because no ordinary room could contain it.
That was the Star-Spangled Banner.
The very flag Key saw through the morning mist.
The very flag that still survives today in the Smithsonian.
Overcome by what he had witnessed, Key reached into his pocket, pulled out an envelope, and began writing. The words came from a heart that had spent an entire night fearing his country might disappear with the dawn.
He first titled the poem Defence of Fort M’Henry.
Within days it was printed and circulating throughout the country. Before long, people began singing it to a melody they already knew—an old British tune called “To Anacreon in Heaven,” originally written for a London social club. There is something beautifully ironic in that: America’s most beloved patriotic song borrowed the melody of the very nation it had just survived. It also explains why the anthem is so notoriously difficult to sing. It was never written for ordinary voices gathered in stadiums or school assemblies.
The song spread quickly and became one of America’s favorite patriotic hymns, but it would wait more than a century before receiving official recognition. Not until 1931 did Congress declare “The Star-Spangled Banner” the national anthem of the United States.
@AnnCoulter@josh_hammer How can we call something we allowed by not securing our own border and enforcing our own laws an invasion? Just don’t see it working.
As we prepare for tomorrow’s 250th anniversary, it is worth remembering the 50th anniversary of American independence, in 1826.
John Adams and Thomas Jefferson had been bitter political rivals but later developed a friendship through letter exchanges.
Laying on his deathbed on July 4, 1826, Adams’ last words were, “Thomas Jefferson still survives.” In reality, Jefferson had passed away a few hours earlier.
Two prominent American founders both passing away on America’s 50th anniversary — how providential is that?
Nobody is taking away anyone’s ability or dream to play the sports they love. He’s welcome to play all the sports he wants. It just has to be on the boy’s team. Because he’s a boy.
Automatic citizenship at birth should mean something. My amendment ensures it applies to the children of citizens and legal residents, not to those who broke our laws to get here.
Most universities teach a pro communist view. Gender equality, climate change, wealth redistribution, critical race theory, rampant immigration, etc. So we’ve posted the first lecture from Peterson Academy’s course on (actual) Marxism here and on YouTube. Enjoy!
The left media has been hateful and dishonest about Elon for 20 years. Now they have upped their game. There must be lots of money coming their way. They depend on their readers and viewers being stupid and crazy. Fortunately, we have X. Angry mom.
@jason_howerton Same thing happened to my approximately 8 year old daughter 20 years ago…wait it out for longer. After about 12 months of recurring strep, it stopped. She had it maybe a few times here and there after that. Give it at least 6 more months to see what happens.
I don’t like saying this, but my best prediction is that the Supreme Court will rule in the next week that illegal aliens can give birth to American citizens. It will be the kind of opinion Chief Justice Roberts is infamous for-- an opinion that does what he thinks is fashionable and high-minded at the expense of the American people and our Constitution’s text. I wish it weren’t necessary, but if I’m right about what will happen, there is no more important matter to correct with a constitutional amendment than birthright citizenship, and the movement to do so should start yesterday.
Affirmative Action? — I’m 35 years old and I’ve watched each generation of Black America get worse. When do the Democrats take some responsibility for that? Hell, when do Black people take some responsibility for that? I’m so sick of all the excuses… Parent your damn kids and stop following Cardi B.
Royce White for U.S. Senate MN 2026
Vote Primary August 11th
Country singer Carrie Underwood shows off a patriotic display of American flags near her property in Tennessee ahead of the nation’s 250th birthday. 🇺🇸
"I can’t believe I get to live here. Thank you, Lord," Underwood wrote on Instagram.
There are currently 190,000 children in Chicago living below the poverty level.
For the price of the $900 million Obama library, we could have given each one of these poor children in Chicago $4,736.
Am I doing this right?
Whoever thought that almost 250 years to the day we would be more sure than ever that the Declaration of Independence from England was the smartest move in the history of modern civilization?
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