Heart-wrenching and uplifting stories of loyalty, brotherhood, perseverance, and heroism
Across the Potomac River from Washington D.C., lies this nation’s most sacred of grounds, Arlington National Cemetery. Upon these hollowed grounds are buried some of our nation’s finest from as far back as the Revolutionary War to today. Some 310,000 men and women call Arlington their final resting place. Here lie two of our nation’s Presidents, honored statesmen, explorers, literary figures, Chief Justices, and Astronauts. From our Generals and Admirals to the common soldier and sailor rest here as do some 3,800 former slaves who fled to freedom call Arlington their home. It is their stories that beg to be heard, stories of courage against insurmountable odds, of love of brother and country, and of sacrifice. Stories of hopes and dreams and choices made during adversity. It is thru these stories that we to can learn that one person can make a difference and that thru valor and bravery the course of this country and the life of each and every one of us has been changed. These noble souls, who reside here, still live with us, and bid us to think of life, not death and to listen and learn what they have done who now rest in Arlington.
A native Californian, Ron MacDonald has been an accomplished and published photographer for over 20 years. While traveling and photographing in Europe he visited many historical cemeteries, including Omaha Beach Cemetery, where he found his uncle’s final resting place. His love of history drove him to tell the untold stories of those who reside at Arlington National Cemetery.
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I’m with Her. No, not Hillary Clinton. Lady Liberty.
It’s not a secret I wasn’t a fan of Donald Trump, especially during the primaries.
I hated the way he recklessly smeared my candidate of choice, Ted Cruz, with disgusting and patently false claims like Rafael Cruz (his father) helping to plot the JFK Assassination. I despised his vicious attacks on Ted’s wife, Heidi Cruz.
And as for Trump’s so-called “locker room talk,” it was vile, immature, classless and crude…even if he was a private citizen engaged in what he thought was a private conversation at the time. Of course, these revelations didn’t come to light until October, presumably to kill any chance of Donald Trump winning the election. Yes, the quintessential “October Surprise.”
But getting back to the Primary.
For various reasons beyond my control (aside from casting my vote for Ted Cruz), voters selected him to run against Hillary Clinton in the General Election. Yes, I was disappointed. Yes, I was even angry for a time.
Then, I remembered that this is how elections work in a constitutional republic and that, like it or not, politics is a blood sport. But a necessary sport to participate in if I cared about my future, the future of my loved ones, and the enduring safety and prosperity of my country.
After my preferred candidate lost his bid for the General, I had two choices: I could whine and cry about the unfairness of it all, or I could behave like a mature adult and concerned American citizen. I chose the latter and voted for the candidate who at least held some positions I can fully support — first and foremost, repealing the abomination that is Obamacare.
Once Ted Cruz rose above the reprehensible attacks to publicly and vocally support Donald Trump’s candidacy, there was no doubt in my mind that I could follow his example. If he could ignore Trump’s vulgar treatment of him for the sake of the greater good, I had no excuse.
After eight long years under a President who has fanned the flames of racial discord in a manner I have never before experienced in my lifetime; initiated an all-out assault on vital industries like coal and the idea of individual ingenuity and entrepreneurial success (e.g. “You didn’t build that!”); lambasted entire professions such as doctors as “greedy,” (e.g. the mythical M.D.’s who are allegedly cutting off patients’ limbs to make more money); dismantled our (mostly) free-market healthcare system; crippled our military; weakened our standing as leader of the free world; endangered national security; and inserted himself into local police matters while fomenting hatred and violence against cops…and the list goes on and on…there was no way I was sitting this one out.
Living in a swing state that could prove crucial to the results, I also refused to throw my vote away on an ill-fated protest by writing in a name that had a snowball-in-hell’s chance of winning and would only serve Hillary Clinton’s blind ambition. As Mark Levin eloquently stated, this election was about “damage control.”
American citizens are suffering under these quasi-socialist policies. I’m one of them.
Since when does a free American have to pay a “shared responsibility” tax for exercising their right not to purchase a product?
Well, since Obamacare was rammed down our throats without one Republican vote in the House or Senate (yes, I’m angry at John Roberts and John Boehner because the former could have struck it down as unconstitutional and the other could have refused to fund it).
Ultimately, this election represented another opportunity to peacefully make my voice heard and I wasn’t going to squander it. Little did I know as the results started to pour in on Tuesday that not only would Donald Trump win, but Republicans would end up controlling the House and Senate. Now they have no excuses. And we still have a shot at beginning the long process of bringing our country back to limited government principles.
The icing on the cake?
The Clinton Crime Syndicate has been stopped. If justice and truth prevail, both Hillary and Bill will be sporting handcuffs and wearing orange jumpsuits soon. I’m indescribably relieved that this modern-day Bonnie and Clyde will never set foot in the White House again — a feeling shared by countless family members, friends and acquaintances. As a principled human being who happens to be a woman, I don’t really care if the United States elects a male or female President, as long as that person believes in our founding principles and is willing to fight for them.
Which is why I was never with her.
And why I highly recommend watching Hillary’s America, where Dinesh D’Souza lays out a compelling case in an entertaining, informative way.
Why am I with Lady Liberty?
I believe in legal immigration
I believe in assimilation (if you want to come here, adapt to our system of government and our culture)
I believe in every individual’s God-given right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
I believe in American Exceptionalism (our current President, sadly, does not)
I believe “American” refers to an ideal (all are equal before the law and individuals are free to govern their own lives) ~ not a race, religion, ethnicity, sex, or sexual orientation
I vote with my brain, not my lady parts
I am not a victim; I am blessed to have been born an American citizen
Following Tuesday night’s election results, it appears enough Americans still yearn for the freedoms Lady Liberty represents. I’m with her. And I’m not alone. Thank you, God.
While you’re enjoying fireworks, barbecues, and the company of family and friends, remember what this fabulous holiday is all about:
I give thanks every single day for the blessing of being an American citizen — something only made possible by the courage and sacrifice of men like John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and the rest of the Founding Fathers.
Daniella Bova has done it again. If this new author had any concerns about her sequel living up to expectations, she can definitely put them to rest. Her follow-up to the excellent dystopia Tears of Paradox packs a powerful emotional punch while drawing readers more deeply into the perilous world inhabited by main characters Michelle and Jason. An America in which the assault and seizure of rural and small-town life by an ever-expanding, controlling, and centralized government (e.g. “the sharks”) grows ever more suffocating with each turn of the page.
In a society where family members have become brutal enemies and not even the seal of the confessional can be taken for granted, everyone becomes a suspect in a never-ending quest for survival. Want to live and worship as you please? Too bad. Want to have a baby with your husband? You’d better be willing and clever enough to secure a hideaway unless you want to incur the wrath of Gaia-worshiping zealots whose supposed concern for earth and animals does not extend to innocent human life. Got a problem with men raping young boys? You’d best keep your outrage to yourself…or else.
Are you getting the bleak picture?
Before I depress you sufficiently enough to eschew this book altogether, the author manages to balance the darkness with glimmers of actual hope in the form of human defiance and Godly assistance. A thread of the supernatural (expressed eloquently through the use of water imagery and other effective literary devices) weaves its way determinedly through the novel, strengthening resolve and lighting each step of the way. What God decrees, no man can oppose — not even the sharks — though they certainly put up one hell of a good, demonic fight.
Don’t get me wrong: there are no actual spirit demons in the novel, although based on the evil actions many of the secondary characters routinely engage in, possession is a logical conclusion and the only explanation for those who believe in Father, Son, Holy Spirit, heaven, and hell.
Unlike futuristic dystopia novels, Bova’s books are terrifying precisely because they’re set in the not-too-distant future — an America that has been fundamentally transformed. It’s a place none of us wants to visit or reside in, but within the bounds of fiction, the author provides a spine-chilling glimpse into our looming reality if we don’t abruptly change course and embrace the principles of individual liberty, personal responsibility, limited government, national sovereignty and — lest we forget in our increasingly secular humanist culture — freedom of religion.