D-Day

I will remember.

Thanksgiving

To whom?  To God.



Never forget who this holiday is actually about.

By the President of the United States of America. a Proclamation.

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor—and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me “to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.”

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be—That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks—for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country previous to their becoming a Nation—for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his Providence which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war—for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed—for the peaceable and rational manner, in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted—for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed; and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

and also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions—to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually—to render our national government a blessing to all the people, by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed—to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord—To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the encrease of science among them and us—and generally to grant unto all Mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New-York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

Go: Washington

December 7th

A day that will live in infamy.

Or, if you're a Pinko Commie Red-Diaper Doper Baby Leftist, the day American got what was coming to it by peace-loving, never-warlike, totally non-aggressive Japan.

I've been to the USS Arizona Memorial.  It's a sobering, solemn place.  There is evil in the world because some people are evil.  There is bad in the world because bad people to bad things.  We can debate about the roots of evil, and what makes people go bad, but the bottom line can be summed up very simple.  There are bad people.  They want to do, will do and have done bad things.  And sometimes, you need hard men with guns to stop those bad people.

The Left in America has spent generations undoing those lessons.  I expect more episodes like December 7th, and September 11th.  

Anyone who clings to the historically untrue -- and -- thoroughly immoral doctrine that violence never solves anything I would advise to conjure up the ghosts of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Duke of Wellington and let them debate it. The ghost of Hitler would referee. Violence, naked force, has settled more issues in history than has any other factor; and the contrary opinion is wishful thinking at its worst. Breeds that forget this basic truth have always paid for it with their lives and their freedoms. 

We paid on December 7th.  We paid on September 11th.  And thanks to the pipedream Marxist culture that's overtaken America, we'll pay again in the future.

Sorry I'm not too happy today.

December 7th

So, dear old dad was born prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor.  He was just a wee toddler when the Japanese attacked.  My Grandfather spend the next four years on a ship in the Pacific.  I have a rosary, on which hangs the crucifix my Grandfather had on his rosary that he carried with him all that time.  It's the only thing I have of him, except for the memories.

Pretty soon that's all we're going to have of the people who served in WWII.  Memories.  So if you know any WWII vets, shake their hand and thank them.

Normandy, France

1944.

If you're one of the people who hasn't seen "Saving Private Ryan", go watch the opening sequence.  You don't have to watch all of the movie, just the opening.



"WHAT'S THE RALLYING POINT?"

"ANYWHERE BUT HERE!"

Ever try to run in full battle rattle?  Ever actually WORN full battle rattle?

Ever try to swim in it?

I can't begin to imagine what it was like on that beach.  I can't begin to imagine what those men went through.  I can't begin to imagine what it was like to be there on that beach as men fell around you and all you could do was press forward into Hell.

But I can damn sure feel grateful, and make sure their sacrifice won't be forgotten, ever.

Yeah, I'm a day early.  I can't guarantee that I'll be posting tomorrow.  All I can do is make sure this point goes up.