Today is Pops' Birthday. Bringing flowers and a flag to his resting place. I miss him, but I'm glad he isn't here to see what is happening to the country he fought for. I will never let it be in vain. He never took an interest in politics. He never trusted any politician after VietNam. The first time I saw him cheer for one was for Trump....probably because Trump is no politician.
Every screwin Trump put to the swamp had Pop in stitches. He'd had a stroke and couldn't talk much other than some curse words and food choices, but his mind was sharp to the day we watched him peacefully pass, and he would point at Trump on TV giving the press hell, look at me, and laugh his ass off, raise both fists in the air and growl "Yeah....giddem!" Yet another reason to love Trump.
I miss you, Dad. I'll see you soon as we get this country straight.
And to the leftist scum trying to give this country away to socialism/communism and the CCP.......You didn't fight for it. You didn't die for it. You didn't pay the price for it in blood. It isn't yours to give. I will make you fight for every inch, and for every inch you try to gain, you will lose two. You will be defeated, and we will not forget. That's my final word on this matter.
Rick Martin
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