Vietnam War – Unbiased

As I watched this power point presentation it conjured up all sorts of memories, none were good memories, but memories I am proud of. I’ve not finished watching Burns and Novick’s biased series, which I sure many Americans now firmly believe was an honest depiction of that war. Meanwhile those who had boots on the ground have a  completely different view. I probably won’t finish watching the series now that I have read so many reviews by people I trust because their boots were alongside mine – on the ground. But the other thoughts that raced through my mind as I clicked on each slide and was vividly reminded how we lived, how we fought, and how we bled was the current state of affairs that Obama and his cronies like Mabus and “Ash and Trash” Carter has left our military. As you watch this, think about women in the infantry, transgenders serving in these hell holes, think diversity supposedly making our military more efficient.  And tell me, show me, introduce me to an 18-year-old woman who could live through that and if she did would not be scarred for life. What fools we are!

Vietnam_War SLIDE SHOW

Church, State, and Hatred

What’s always good for the goose is not always good for the gander. What a shame. I feel for this man. He goes to hear the word of God every Sunday and instead hear’s his preacher spew hated for our country and President.  Generation after generation; it will never end, at least not in mine, my children’s, or grandchildren’s lifetime.

Jerry said his pastor gave him the same blank stare he always receives from fellow blacks when he states commonsense views that are contrary to Democrat lies believed by that most blacks. Condescendingly, Jerry’s pastor said he understood his concerns. Meanwhile, his attacks on Trump from the pulpit continue. Jerry said every guest speaker at his church includes trashing Trump in their sermon.

Jerry’s church realizes there is a war on Christianity. Jerry said it is mind-boggling that his church has hired attorneys to defend itself from relentless infringements on its religious liberty. And yet, his entire church is loyal Democrat voters, the party leading the charge against Christianity. Jerry said it is as insane as giving your enemy a hammer to hit you in the head and then buying a helmet for protection.

Jerry challenged his fellow black church members to tell him what Trump has done to prove he is a racist. Remarkably, they believe Trump saying he wants to make America great again is proof of his racism. It is truly unfortunate that Leftists/fake news media have deceived many blacks into believing that a desire to make our homeland great again is code for white supremacy.

Jerry’s church members also thought it was racist for Trump to say he wanted to address the high murder rate in black neighborhoods. They argued that whites murder whites, Mexicans murder Mexicans and so on. Jerry and I discussed how blacks are undeniably murdering each other in record numbers in cities controlled by Democrats. Jerry thought blacks should be excited about Trump wanting to stop the violence, starting in black neighborhoods. Jerry said, “I tell you, Peanut (my childhood nickname), sometimes I feel like I am living in the Twilight Zone.”

Jerry ran into a black guy from the black community we grew up in. The guy went on and on praising our dad, Dr. Rev. Lloyd E. Marcus for being a powerful influence in his life. When their conversation went to politics, the pleasant mood dramatically changed. The guy stared Jerry in the eyes, “I bet you are a Republican and voted for Trump. My blood is boiling just looking at you!” Jerry said the guy was so enraged, he braced himself preparing for the guy to try to hit him.

Jerry said he feels all alone in his Baltimore urban environment. He called me in West Virginia for encouragement to stand strong in his political beliefs. I praised my younger brother for his courage. Jerry has always been an independent person and thinker. When we were in our twenties, I remember Jerry saying, “The only thing I want from the government is for it to get out of my way.”

Our black family is a tale of two mindsets. One side of our family is ripe with Christian preachers, doctors, lawyers and teachers. The other side of our family consisted of generational welfare recipients; out-of-wedlock births, drug and alcohol abuse. One cousin spawned 23 kids and grandkids all repeating their cycle of generational government dependency. Sadly, the majority of my relatives who spent their lives on welfare are dead. Ponder that, folks. Both sides of my family grew up in the same America. Their lives followed their mindsets.

My brother said his pastor relentlessly attacking Trump and church member’s irrational brain-dead loyalty to the Democrat party is becoming intolerable. Jerry laughed quoting Popeye, “That’s all I can stands and I can’t stands no more.” Still, he does not feel led to end his long-time membership at his church. I told Jerry God will tell him when it is time to leave.

St. Augustine said a minority of truth will prevail as long as it is heard. In other words, God only requires Jerry and me to continue faithfully spreading the truth. While most of our seeds of truth falls on stony hearts and minds, some will land on fertile soil in the minds of a remnant of black youths; take root, grow, and bear good fruit.

Lloyd Marcus, The Unhyphenated American

Author: Confessions of a Black Conservative: How the Left has shattered the dreams of Martin Luther King, Jr. and Black America.

Singer/Songwriter and Conservative Activist

Call The Number, I did

I have been saying all along to the silent majority to go after the money, follow the money if you want to get someone’s attention. Well, here is you chance. Do you realize what would happen to the scum-filled, money hungry NFL if Anheuser-Busch stopped advertising NFL games? WOW. And they’d probably sell more beer for doing that!

Call the number now and tell them what you think; I did, told them I have stopped drinking Bud Light and will not drink any of their products as long as they support an organization that allows politics to be displayed openly during something that is supposed to be America’s game.


This Company Needs YOUR Feedback On NFL Sponsorship. Act Now!

Anheuser-Busch is asking for your opinion on the company’s $1.5 billion NFL sponsorship. They know fans and customers are irate over the anthem protests and have set up a way for you to register your complaint directly!

Call the customer hotline at 1-800-342-5283 and choose Option 1 at the prompt.

Then, leave your message and tell Anheuser-Busch to stop sponsoring the NFL and the NFL Players Association if the anthem protests continue.

The NFL’s sponsors are realizing these protests are extremely unpopular with fans and the general public. Last week, DirecTV began offering refunds to customers who wished to cancel their premium package for out-of-market games. A company the size of Anheuser-Busch can exert considerable influence over the league’s corporate office.

Did you know?

Anheuser-Busch is also a sponsor of the National Football League Players Association (NFLPA). 2ndVote has uncovered the NFLPA’s direct financial support for a leftist group described as as “a prominent anti-Trump ‘resistance’ organization. Read the bombshell report here.

Tale of Two Friends

This is an interesting story (tale) of two hypothetical friends and the decisions they made based on their skill set, physical and mental gifts from God, and offered choices. Very well thought out and explains the NFL issue in terms any imbecile can understand, except perhaps the lamest of snowflakes and progressives who we all know only understand things in their terms, and that’s even doubtful.

You graduated high school in 2011.  Your teenage years were a struggle.  You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.  Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your plate.  Academics were a struggle for you and your grades were mediocre at best. The only thing that made you stand out is you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football.   Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football.  Instead of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage to help support the family of five with no father.  You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best.  They laid out the red carpet for you. Your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s.  College was not an option for him.  On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter.  You went to summer workouts.  He went to basic training.

You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.  Tutors attended to your every academic need.  You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard.  You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country.  Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division. While you were in college, he deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice.  He became a Sergeant and led a squad of 19 year-old soldiers who grew up just like he did.  He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched young American’s give their lives, limbs, and innocence for the USA. 

You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts.  You hired an agent and waited for draft day.  You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of professional football.  Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. As a combat tested sergeant, he will be paid $32,000 per year.

You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach.  He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers.  You will sleep at the Ritz.  He will dig a hole in the ground and try to sleep.  You will “make it rain” in the club.  He will pray for rain as the temperature reaches 120 degrees.

On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name.  For your best friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week.  There are no adoring fans.  There are only people trying to kill him and his soldiers. Every now and then, he and his soldiers leave the front lines and “go to the rear” to rest.  He might be lucky enough to catch an NFL game on TV.  When the National Anthem plays and you take a knee, he will jump to his feet and salute the television.  While you protest the unfairness of life in the United States, he will give thanks to God that he has the honor of defending his great country.

To the players of the NFL:  We are the people who buy your tickets, watch you on TV, and wear your jerseys.  We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us. You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to boycott you.  We have tolerated your drug use and DUIs, your domestic violence, and your vulgar displays of wealth.  We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your physical skills before what is morally right.  But now you have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our soldiers, our police officers, and our veterans. You are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great country.  I am done with NFL football and encourage all like-minded Americans to boycott the NFL as well.

National boycott of the NFL for Sunday November 12th, Veterans Day Weekend. Boycott all football telecast, all fans, all ticket holders, stay away from attending any games, let them play to empty stadiums. Can you imagine the impact of no one showing up for an NFL game, an empty stadium, no $9.00 beers sold. WOW! Pass this post along to all your friends and family. Honor our military, some of whom come home with the American Flag draped over their coffin.

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Another Day at the Laundromat

Every now and then something comes from one of my Marine brothers that is a must see, I have to post it. This would be so hilarious if it were not so tragic. What is wrong with these people? These women are acting like animals. That’s the only way to explain it; living breathing animals. And the men can’t seem to handle them either. I wonder what trivial thing started it all? One of these cars is a BMW. They have no thoughts about what they are doing…..none. This is a culture problem.


One Marine's Journey From Private to Colonel

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