A Marine Writes the NFL

Readers and friends know that boycotting NFL games is no sacrifice for me. But, when you watch this and read this Marine’s thoughts about football celebrities’ disdain for the United States of America, you’ll have a decision to make.

At this point, neither weasel-words by the Commissioner, nor a mere change of decision about standing respectfully by the players will suffice. Players, you revealed your foolish and ungrateful hearts; NFL executives and coaches, you revealed your shallow cowardice. Heart-felt apologies by the players are required, coupled with repentant statements that indicate that the players actually understand the blessing that is the Republic for which the flag stands.

Otherwise, as far as I am concerned, such players and such a sports league can fade into the dustbin of history along with other shallow mock “celebrities.”

But, we should never, never forget those who gave their lives for our country and — even more importantly — why they were willing to die fighting for the United States of America.


Positive note about Philadelphia

On a positive note, I recently returned from my first visit to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Because the people who write and produce the news would have us believe that every city in America burns with race hatred and “gun violence,” I want to report that my experience was completely the opposite.

No riots in the streets, no burning cars, no masked Marxists throwing brat-fits and screaming in my face. The people I met and talked with were uniformly courteous, proud of their city, and helpful — regardless of their race. I could have been imagining it, but the black people I talked with seemed to be going out of their way to telegraph, “I do not hate white people.”

Philadelphia is almost a pilgrimage destination. If Americans had holy relics, we would find them in Philadelphia. The Liberty Bell; Independence Hall; Founder “Ben Franklin” reminders everywhere. We saw General George Washington’s Continental Army headquarters tent. Not a reproduction: the actual tent in which Washington planned, slept, prayed and agonized over the eight-year war for independence. Seriously. Washington’s War Tent, on display at the new Museum of the American Revolution.

The National Park Service rangers who guided the tours through the buildings that comprise the Independence Hall site were witty, sharp, informed, objective, and skilled at their jobs — which they obviously loved. Again — the black man about my age who explained the significance of the adjacent Congress Hall conveyed only a reverence for America to the largely-white audience he spoke with.

The city is a pleasant, vibrant place to stay for a few days. There is so much to see downtown, so much to contemplate, and so many fine restaurants to sample. Never did I perceive any threat from crime; never did I feel in danger. The Uber drivers were happy to be in America, in Philadelphia, and self-employed.

A more extended trip would get you to so many fascinating places to see, such as Gettysburg and Valley Forge. Thirty miles up the Delaware River is where General Washington crossed in the middle of the night to raid Trenton’s barracks. I’m going back, and the itinerary will be long.

But, my main point this morning is that the country is still full of “ordinary Americans” of all kinds. They do not go out every day hating America, hating anyone of a different skin tone, or hating at all. If we begin to doubt that America is still a place of good will among ordinary people, Philadelphia is a good place to visit for some perspective. The tower at City Hall underneath the statue of Ben Franklin is a good place to start.

The city exudes the question: Can a people, having liberated themselves, hold together a government formed by the people — or will it collapse in anarchy and bankruptcy leaving the people to beg for the return of their monarch or a worse committee tyrants? The answer exuding from Philadelphia during these troubled times is, “Just as it was with the Founders and early Americans, whether we can pull off this experiment in limited self-government remains to be seen, but what a thrill is “the shot heard round the world!” After that shot, there was no going back, and Philadelphia was the place the Founders gathered to take the next liberating steps. We all continue in their steps, and the outcome is uncertain.

Broad spread race-hatred and take-a-knee anti-Americanism spewed by the Left constantly are lies. Philadelphia and its people graciously reminded me of the truth.

Wish I had visited years ago.

Men Who Stood For the Flag

I would think that the football players who refuse to honor the United States of America when the colors are posted and the Anthem sung, would be proud to honor the Stars and Stripes. How easily they forget the men who died to free black Americans held in slavery. The men buried at Gettysburg were proud to stand for the flag, and died inspired by our banner.

When I stand, I stand to honor them, and the flag, and “the liberty for which its stands.” Refuse to honor the flag, and you deny the very men who died to make you free.

Union Soldier Graves at Gettysburg




Life Could Just Be So Good Here in America (P.S. It really is.)

Democrats, your people just keep fussin’, rantin’ and ravin’. They just can’t be happy, now can they? You got football players making millions who just can’t be thankful that somehow, they got to live in the United States of America. You got “professors” with long shaggy hair, gettin’ all “outraged” over Robert E. Lee who — last time I checked — died a few years ago. They would be funny, except they’re so nasty and, the more you try to talk sensibly to them, the meaner they get.

Maybe you more sensible Democrats can get your side to just simmer down, sit down, chill a bit, and think about just how good they’ve got it. But, if you find that they just can’t, then shake them off like the blood-sucking ticks they really are. And, be thankful you live in America. Maybe listen just a little — only a little, now — to your more conservative ex-friends.

Because, your friends are jealous of others and want to tell everybody else what to do, how much to make, what to eat, where to put it — and the list goes on. Why don’t you tell them to go out, get a real job, earn a little money, save some for a boat, and start to live a little. Like this guy singin’ my new favorite song.

“Counseling” Needed by Taco Bell Employees

These three Taco Bell employees are heroic! Two armed robbers hit the place, order employees to lie on the floor — putting them in possible execution mode. But, three other — armed of course –employees fire them up, killing one.

Anyone, anytime, anyplace. Yo quiero Taco Bell!

Footnote: The company offered “counseling” to all employees. Counseling. I suppose it’s the politically correct thing to do in the Democrat-orchestrated demise of the culture, but it’s laughable. I doubt our armed employees will be going to “counseling” unless it’s here at Rangemaster.

Footnote 2: Pennsylvania is a right to carry state. The NRA convention was held in Pittsburgh a few years ago.

To America’s war dead this Memorial Day

What a debt of gratitude we owe to those who were killed making America free and great!

I have been reading Washington’s Immortals, by Patrick O’Donnell. We often express gratitude to those fallen in more recent wars; Hollywood keeps us in awe of WWII, for example. But, this Memorial Day, I am giving special thanks to the nearly forgotten men who fought the American Revolution. The hardship they endured is unimaginable by today’s Americans. We came close to never making America free of foreign rule. Those men endured with unfathomable courage and we owe them more than we can ever repay.

To those who fell: thank you and may your deeds be remembered so that you bless Americans for generations to come.


Disclaimer: I’ve never been to Afghanistan. I can assess only from afar, and from what I read.

I do observe that we are more than a decade into our heroic efforts to pacify Afghanistan, and bolster Afghanistan into a modern, democratic nation.

I think it’s fair to say: Not gonna happen. Noble effort. But, not gonna succeed.

“Democracy” does not free float around like some spirit which may possess anyplace if enough US money and technology are shipped in. Democracy is a result that springs directly from what people believe about who people are. In the West, democracy derived directly from our Founders’ concept of a Creator God making mankind in His image, reflecting God’s nature, with God’s boundless liberty, and with God’s boundless love for his created people.

In Afghanistan, it appears that such a notion has not taken hold. How could it?

So, what now? Wish I had a good answer to that question.

Obama wants to draft your daughters

You young millennial moms out there! Take a pause from your racing around for just a moment: attune. Your little daughter’s life depends on your finally letting the cost of liberalism sink in.

Your toddler’s life is at stake. Picture little Jessica, all grown up — butchered and bled out into the sand.

I’ve written here before, that the liberal Democrat idea of the Army is that it’s some bureaucracy “stood up” for something other than slaughtering our enemies. I get that: in times of peace and prosperity, all manner of frivolous fallacies proliferate. It’s always been this way, nothing unique. It’s human nature. But, when the peace comes crashing down suddenly, and a voracious predator enemy storms your borders, then you desperately look around for that Army full of manly killers.

You young liberal moms thought it just fine that Obama and your Democrats opened up the foxholes to women. You were not thinking “foxholes” and all that goes with that word. “Foxhole” is just a word. Foxes are cute, you might think. You probably did not think about it at all, and you envisioned joining the Army to be more like doing a Barre workout, or going to “Orange Theory,” or even maybe doing some trainer’s “boot camp” get-in-shape routine.

Hint: a military boot camp has a different and deadly purpose.

“Foxhole” is not just a word. Go see “Hacksaw Ridge” for a better visualization of what it is like to be an infantryman. Then, as you emerge from “stunned” to leave the theater in shock, ask yourself if you want your little Jessica in a foxhole, behind a sandbag barrier, at some hot, filthy, faraway, undermanned outpost when the maniacal fanatics of the New Caliphate top the rise to strike and overrun her position. Picture your last sight of her face on her dead head, cut from her body and held aloof by an Islamic fiend boasting on Youtube.

Then, make your mind up never, ever to vote Democrat again. Because, sure enough, just like I warned, your President Obama announced that he is for registering women for the draft.

The draft. Haven’t heard of it? Need to look it up? Don’t be a fool. You had better get yourself up to speed on what it means to send women to jump school, Ranger school, and an infantry battalion.

The USA may, some day, need women with rifles in hand, to defend our country. I pray not, because those would be desperate times, indeed.  We have plenty of men to do the job and there is no need to assign women to combat units — or to draft them.

But, if you think “equality” requires putting women in uniform into foxholes as infantry, then you have no basis for objecting to your Democrats wanting to register your little Jessica for selective service, and being drafted right along with our sons.

If you voted for Hillary Clinton, you had better think harder in the future about who you want as Commander-in-Chief.

Because, it’s a life and death decision for that little one you so cherish, so soon grown up and turning 18. And, you should not forget who it was who sent our fine people overseas to Benghazi, left them unguarded, watched as they were overrun, and then lied to us all about it.