Flag Day 2021

 

Today I Fly Old Glory with Pride and Respect.

But inwardly I am PISSED OFF.

Because even though I Love this Country and have Shed Blood and Lost Dear Friends for it, I absolutely DESPISE the Current Spineless, Marxist Leadership in Washington D.C. that is Working Overtime to DESTROY the very FOUNDATION and FABRIC that made this Country great.

I took an Oath some 25 odd years ago:

“I, The Tactical Hermit do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; So help me God.”

This Oath has NO EXPIRATION DATE.

This Oath is FOR LIFE.

I Intend to Honor it.

How about you?

 

Speech to the Third Army

Speech to the Third Army

 

My fervent prayer is that God will raise up MEN like General Patton in America’s most desperate hour when it’s Military is being dismantled and castrated.

Strong, unflinching LEADERSHIP is what our Military Needs…Not Diversity Training!

The Men That Don’t Fit In

The Men That Don’t Fit In

By Robert W. Service

 

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,

    A race that can’t stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

    And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

    And they climb the mountain’s crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

    And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;

    They are strong and brave and true;

But they’re always tired of the things that are,

    And they want the strange and new.

They say: “Could I find my proper groove,

    What a deep mark I would make!”

So they chop and change, and each fresh move

    Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs

    With a brilliant, fitful pace,

It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones

    Who win in the lifelong race.

And each forgets that his youth has fled,

    Forgets that his prime is past,

Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,

    In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;

    He has just done things by half.

Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,

    And now is the time to laugh.

Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;

    He was never meant to win;

He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;

    He’s a man who won’t fit in.