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I just HAVE to believe that there are enough people around like myself who REMEMBER the “old America”

Mam, I assure you: there are.

My Dad went to be with the Lord just a little more than 2 years ago. He served in the Pacific in the United States Army, island hopping with thousands of other GIs pushing the Japanese back to their home islands in time for the crews of the Enola Gay and Bock's Car to finish 'em off. He was shot by a Japanese sniper but lived to tell the tale. He had more guts and faith in God than I could ever hope to have.

Having said that, I am in some ways glad that he didn't live long enough to see the disgraceful travesty that installed the illegal usurper regime masquerading as a legitimate government over We The People.

Unlike my Dad, I've never served in a combat situation, never been shot at. But when the time comes, I will not hesitate to do anything and everything he would have done to resist those 0bamunist SOBs when they make their final move. We are not given a spirit of fear, for Almighty God is with every one of us who stand for freedom, liberty and justice.

May God yet Bless America, the REAL America.