Murals in inner cities, but instead of angel wings or drug dealers or whatever, pictures of Andrew Jackson beating the brakes off the British at New Orleans.
Fourteen generations of my family have built and bled for the United States. It’s home, and the great country on earth. One day my children will inherit some small part of it. I’m grateful to live here, and for everyone who made that possible. Happy 250th birthday, America!
No quitting. Ever. Your children, your church, the graves of your ancestors—everything and everyone you hold dear—need you. They require courage and a steady hand. A commitment to the long view. To endurance.
We’re going to win.
@MaxBoot You couldn’t even be bothered to wear the uniform of the country that welcomed your family when they fled from communism. Then, you spent years advocating to send better men than you to fight around the world. The moralizing lamentations of a craven neocon like you mean nothing.