I live in an ultra liberal capital city of a blue state. More woke-tards than you can imagine. Probably 75-80% liberal based on voting behavior (which, knowing what we know now, is probably HIGHLY inflated).
I mention that because I can assume that 95% of these clowns ? are vaccinated. So, is everyone listening to the Resident when he says vax or mask? Nope! Sheep all over the place today. Everywhere I look, mask, mask mask. Are these people confused or can they just not take orders from their "81 million vote receiving president?"
Walking into a UPS store to drop off a package, I was asked if I had a mask. I promptly replied in a booming voice so the whole place could hear., "The president said to take them off!!!"
The woman said, "I can help you right here."
There was a very strange cognitive dissonance going on in that place. I think people are so numb and used to being corralled like sheep it's as if they were finally let out of the pen to see the world and all they want to do is get back inside the fence.
So either they didn't hear the news about the Resident's proclamation (doubtful), they don't actually want to follow the Resident's orders, or maybe one of the vaccine side effects is brain injury, yet to be fully documented.
In a liberal place like this it is quite glorious to say, "The president said..." and there is absolutely nothing they can respond with, less they prove the point that he is a simple place holder not to be listened to or taken seriously.
I would be all over that! When I was young I visited Valley Forge and some Civil War Memorials, but I have always wanted to learn more about Virginia and its history. I am pretty sure those revolutionaries would be referred to as Based Pedes in modern times!
My dad served in WWII as an Aircraft Maintenance Officer in the British Isles for the 303rd AF division and later on the 525th Squadron. He was a complete civil war and revolutionary war buff (or all wars for that matter). He took us as kids to ALL the civil war and other battle sites in VA and the surrounding areas. It seems like that is all the places we visited.
When I lived in upstate NY my dad came to visit and even though he was in his 80's and had trouble walking he insisted on walking to one of the Revolutionary battle sites there. It was the Saratoga Battle field which was one of the turning points of that war. I realized how difficult a walk it was for him to go there but he insisted. It took us longer than we though, but I know it made his day. The thing is it was a very long walk that overlooked a valley. But it made him happy to see it.
Thanks for sharing swimkin! Great story. They are the greatest generation for so many reasons.
My dad was the most humble and honest man I ever knew. He is no longer with us. Passed away in 2011. I am so glad he doesn't have to see what has happened to the USA now. He would be so upset.
During the war he rescued a man from a plane that crashed into a building that took out an officer on duty. The plane was fully loaded with bombs. Yet he ran towards the airplane to help. He helped get the surviving gunner from the plane into an ambulance that arrived shortly after he got there. The plane was on fire and the bombs were gonna blow. Luckily he got away after the gunner was put in the ambulance. He ran down the road, but was blown to the ground when the bombs went off. None of my 5 brothers and sisters nor me would be here if those bombs went off before he got away. He never was commended for his actions and he never asked for any. My brother who was in the Army reserves since college. He served in Iraq under Patreaus. He tried to get something for my dad while he was still alive... to no avail. Long story short. There were no live witnesses for it. My dad didn't really care. But he loved to relive his war stories. Before he died I bought him a book on Kimbolten where he was stationed with the 379th bomber group and also a book on the 303rd. The story of the plane that exploded was in the Kimbolten book. I brought the book and read it to my dad while he was in the nursing home. He was dying from colon cancer. My dad would stop me when he heard something incorrect in the story line. So I wrote it all down in the book that I now have in my library. It is something I highly treasure.
The greatest generation was great because they had so little to start off with due to the Depression and had to sacrifice so much during World War II. I really miss my dad. He was my hero.
Another great story. You are keeping your father's spirit alive by sharing. Thank you for that. I have lost my father as well and miss him every day. Everytime I think of him, there he is. I enjoy bringing him back through my memories.
I've lost my grandpa too. He was a baker on a naval vessel in the south pacific during WWII. Whenever they came under attack he would leave the biscuits in the oven and sprint to the gun deck where he would load rounds or take over for the gunner if he was hit. He didn't meet my mom until she was 3. He left a bun in the oven right before he deployed.
Stories give us strength and perspective. Share with family and friends as often as you can!