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Faith In Our Fathers

The FBI and Journalists’ Collusion to Throw the Election Will Corrode America’s Soul

One of the best books you haven’t read is called Flags of our Fathers. Written by James Bradley, the son of Corpsman John Bradley, one of the six men who raised the flag on Iwo Jima, it is a gripping recounting of the little known fates and history of the men on Mount Suribachi in that most iconic of photographs.

As a boy, young James knew that his father was famous and respected in their little town for something, but since his father would neither talk about the mysterious event and even trained his children to deflect the telephone calls that continually came in asking for interviews, it was not until his father died that the boy learned his father was famous.

The Higher Loyalty

The New Adventures of Justin T. Fairchild, Social Justice Warrior: Episode 5

I had lost the only remaining copy of the pee tape, the one thing that could bring down the Trump regime, but other than that my trip to Los Angeles wasn’t entirely wasted. My wife got to take Richie and his grandmother to see Mickey Mouse, and said grandmother bought Richie a whole wardrobe of Disney-themed outfits. I was less-than-thrilled about this, and said so, not wanting my only son to become a walking (well, crawling) billboard for a capitalist entity with a hundred and fifty billion-dollar market cap. But every objection that I made — on the grounds of anti-capitalism, anti-environmentalism, and occasionally, just good plain common taste, were drowned out by either my wife or my mother-in-law telling me how cute little Richie would look in said outfit. In other words, I was outvoted, and that’s a difficult thing for a Trotskyite to bear with grace.