BlackFive

The Fourth of July does mean alot of things to me....

• Freedom for 50 million Muslims (ask those who turned on AQI in the Awakening how they like their freedom)
• The death of those that would steal freedom from all freedom loving people.
• The liberation of countries from the yoke of tyranny (including our own) by the spending of American blood and American treasure.  Countries like France, Germany, Japan, Romania, Latvia, Poland, Panama, Egypt, Libya, and Italy; just to throw out a couple names.
• Our independence from a monarchy who willfully and purposefully agitated and abused it's own subjects.
• The recognition that America is a special place, and despite her faults, and the mistakes that she has made, she still is a place that people still walk, run, stand in line, stow away, sneak, lie, cheat, beg, borrow, and steal to get into because of the freedoms we say that American citizens have in this country.

Our founders were great men, who knew the value of life and what it meant to spend it in the pursuit of the goal that all men should be free.  They also knew what evil lay in the hearts of men and that laws were no good unless backed by some force of good to administer them.  They knew what would happen when they signed the Declaration of Independence.  They also knew how hard they would have to fight in order to achieve what they sought.

The notion of "rights" was important to them and they understood that the recognition of rights involved cooperation in the social contract and mutual cooperation and recognition of one another and that each was equal.

There are many of us today that know that as well.  The foreign fighter I capture in a walled compound in Stogana is not the inheritor of those rights we hold so dear, because he would not grant us the same quarter.  His notion of rights is that of an animal.  He would enslave you and I Chris.  Without so much as a thought about it.

And what kind of libtard guilt complex do you have to be seeing a shrink for to care about the "rights" of animals who would behead you, rape and kill your wife and daughter and burn the very document that you hold so dear?  I mean really, why are we so insistent on caring about these animals?  These dung-heaps with RPGs are not gentlemanly warriors who have a code of honor who fight bravely against a tyrannical ruler; they are thugs, criminals, theocrats, psychopaths and misfits.

I know.   I have looked them in the eye.  And my dogs live worse in Oregon than they do in Gitmo.

Chris, your freedom and the fact that no one has driven an airplane into the building where you work, set off a bomb on the mass transit system in Philadelphia, or tried to forcibly convert you to Islam should tell you that the things we do to protect America are necessary to ensure that you sleep safe and warm in your bed.

All of the kvetching and hand wringing just makes you look like a huge pus....  Oops...  Almost went off track.

My Fourth is about how myself, and others just like me have fought, bled, sweated and cried at the toils and tribulations of of fighting to preserve not only the safety and liberty of the man to my left and my right, but of all Americans, even the Libtards.

It is about watching a doctor step back from a helicopter and salute a fallen comrade on July 4th, 2006 on the helipad in Orgun-E and hoping that I would not waste what had been given to me by his sacrifice.

It is about blind SF Soldiers, one legged Marine Captains, and guys like David Bellavia and Marcus Luttrell; because they know exactly how much freedom is worth.

It is about going into the morgue to pick up one of our own, draped in a flag and lying peacefully on a stretcher, carrying him to the helicopter in the middle of the night and getting him started on his journey home with a salute of our own in the rotor wash and the dust in a far away place that many years from now, only I may remember.

My Fourth has everything to do with little Deebow growing up in an America that he can be proud of and being worthy of the gifts that other fathers on distant shores and battlefields died defending and never made it home tell their sons how lucky they are to have a freedom to assemble, to write as they choose, and worship as they choose.

My Fourth is about me and my little corner of the world.  It is not about what happens to some dung-heap, dirtbag, 7th century theocrat after he lives through the return fire from the ambush he tries to spring on guys and gals like me. 

I am going to plagiarize a little here from Colonel Jessup, but it really encompasses what many of us feel about this subject.

"I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way."

Oh, and last thing Chris, you said..

"This is the creed of July 4: No matter what it costs us, no matter how it scares us, no matter how foolish it seems to a cynical world, America should stand up for human rights."

I think if you ask around here in America, they would tell you that we have....

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