I am incredibly lucky to be an #American. Born in 1976. I am grateful for 50 wonderful years of life in this country. The world is so much better for America’s 250 years. And this nation truly remains the best hope for mankind. Happy Birthday, #USA
Third world communists are the enemy. They've taken over our greatest American city. They're taking over one of our two major political parties. They hate this country. They hate white people. They hate our heritage and traditions. This is the fight. Get in the game or go away.
Mohamed Salah becoming clutch for his nation yet again on the biggest stage, A traditional Goal + Assist as we used to see at Liverpool. Just another example that the players were not the problem.
Class is permanent. 🇪🇬👑
He didn’t live long enough to see the country he built grow, but Edward Hooper’s DNA is in the very fabric of America. Eternal gratitude to this brave patriot. #hero
William Hooper's own father disowned him for signing the Declaration of Independence. And that was just the beginning of what it cost him. Here's the story.
He was born in Boston in 1742, the son of a strict Anglican minister. He did everything right by his father's standards. Boston Latin School, then Harvard, then he studied law. The path was set. Be respectable, be loyal, inherit the approval.
Then he made the mistake, in his father's eyes, of thinking for himself. He studied under James Otis, one of the loudest radicals in the colonies, the man tied to the phrase "taxation without representation is tyranny." Those ideas got into Hooper's blood and never left.
He moved south to Wilmington, North Carolina, built a law career, and when the break with Britain came, he picked the rebels. His Loyalist father was so disgusted he cut him off. Disowned his own son over it.
Hooper signed the Declaration anyway, adding his name in August 1776. Then he did something most people never mention. He poured his money and his future law earnings into the cause until he had wrecked his own finances for it.
The British made him pay in full. When they swept into North Carolina, they came for the signer. They shelled his estate on the sound. They burned his home in Wilmington to the ground. Two of his houses, gone.
So he ran. He became a fugitive in his own state, moving from friend's house to friend's house around Windsor and Edenton, hiding, while he was kept apart from his wife and children for months. A Harvard-trained lawyer reduced to a man with no home, slipping from door to door to avoid capture.
He survived the war, but it broke him down. His health and his fortune never fully came back. He died in 1790 at just 48 years old.
A man whose own father turned his back on him, who burned his money, lost his homes, and hid like a hunted animal, all for a country he barely got to see grow up.
William Hooper. He gave up everything, including his own family's blessing.
240 years ago today, the most underrated general in American history died. From a sunburn.
Nathanael Greene was never supposed to be a soldier. He was a Quaker from Rhode Island who ran his family's iron forge. He had asthma, a stiff leg that gave him a permanent limp, and zero combat experience. His own church suspended him just for going to watch a military parade.
So how did he end up commanding the entire Southern army? He read. He bought every book on warfare he could find and taught himself strategy from scratch. Washington noticed, and trusted him more than almost anyone.
By 1780 the war in the South was a disaster. The previous American general got beaten so badly he fled 200 miles on horseback. Congress let Washington pick the replacement, and he picked Greene without hesitation.
Greene's plan was insane. He looked at his small, starving, half-naked army and decided he could not win, so he would lose correctly. He ran Cornwallis all over the Carolinas until the British were exhausted, far from supply, and bleeding men they could not replace. "We fight, get beat, rise, and fight again."
At Guilford Courthouse, Cornwallis technically won the battle and lost a quarter of his army doing it. That was the whole point. Greene lost almost every fight on paper and won the entire South. Cornwallis limped off to a little tobacco port to rest and refit. The port was called Yorktown.
Here's the part that should make you angry. To feed and clothe his men, Greene personally co-signed for war supplies because the government wouldn't pay. When the bills came due, Congress refused to honor them. The man who saved the South came home buried in debt that wasn't his.
Georgia gave him a plantation near Savannah as thanks. He finally had peace. Then one hot afternoon in June 1786 he spent the day walking a neighbor's rice fields with no hat. He collapsed from sunstroke and a week later he was dead at 43.
One last twist. After he died, his widow Catharine took in a broke young houseguest tinkering with an idea. His name was Eli Whitney, and the cotton gin was invented at the dead general's home.
June 19, 1786. Remember the name. Nathanael Greene.
El Himno de los Estados Unidos acá en Seattle ha sido una auténtica escena de película. Espectacular. Véanlo hasta el final. Brutal. Más de 65 mil personas, lleno absoluto. Estados Unidos demostrando que también es un país futbolero. Fabuloso.