Michelle Pisciotta (from my Facebook)
My father, Salvatore Pisciotta, used to tell me, "Always defend the two feet of ground you stand on.". He was a hero for me and this country. He was telling me to defend my Rights of Freedom and Liberty and like anything valuable, these gifts can only be TRULY valued after having worked for them...the casual lack of respect for these gifts shown by much of our country today is evidence of history taken for granted and thrown to the back of the drawer, along with other unappreciated, inherited treasures.
With marketed disrespect of history and having been sold on 'live in the moment' mind control, much of our country will now willingly lay down at parties for other countries who hold the Ace of hard-faught loyalty, first-hand and strategically; countries who would consider themselves foolish to not take advantage of such a well-organized and predicted gap of ignorance.
I say this with due respect to the world, as well as those laying down and with understanding that games are naturally and passionately fought this way.
I suddenly think of the strategic, 'God' power of technology and of the children's book, "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...".
Like so many, I once took my two feet of freedom ground for granted, but because I have been forced into the position to defend these gifts right here on this soil, I am now connected to all of those who fought to establish my freedom and full of speechless respect for those who have given their lives to protect it.
I touch the ground I stand on and I feel unburied treasure to love and defend...against all propaganda and lies that threaten what I know has become endangered.
These rights don't just belong to you and me. These rights belong to the world...but not to be taken...to be given and shared, with love and common respect. This country holds the last, dying vine of true freedom on the globe and with the hard-fought fertilized passion of this soil in my hand, it can grow again.
I say a prayer of hope for the America that welcomed my Sicilian Grandparents at Ellis Island more than a hundred years ago. I say a prayer of gratitude for those who have fought and those who have fallen while defending and protecting this rich soil they could come to stand on with seeds of dreams. Happy Memorial Day. I do remember.
With marketed disrespect of history and having been sold on 'live in the moment' mind control, much of our country will now willingly lay down at parties for other countries who hold the Ace of hard-faught loyalty, first-hand and strategically; countries who would consider themselves foolish to not take advantage of such a well-organized and predicted gap of ignorance.
I say this with due respect to the world, as well as those laying down and with understanding that games are naturally and passionately fought this way.
I suddenly think of the strategic, 'God' power of technology and of the children's book, "If You Give A Mouse A Cookie...".
Like so many, I once took my two feet of freedom ground for granted, but because I have been forced into the position to defend these gifts right here on this soil, I am now connected to all of those who fought to establish my freedom and full of speechless respect for those who have given their lives to protect it.
I touch the ground I stand on and I feel unburied treasure to love and defend...against all propaganda and lies that threaten what I know has become endangered.
These rights don't just belong to you and me. These rights belong to the world...but not to be taken...to be given and shared, with love and common respect. This country holds the last, dying vine of true freedom on the globe and with the hard-fought fertilized passion of this soil in my hand, it can grow again.
I say a prayer of hope for the America that welcomed my Sicilian Grandparents at Ellis Island more than a hundred years ago. I say a prayer of gratitude for those who have fought and those who have fallen while defending and protecting this rich soil they could come to stand on with seeds of dreams. Happy Memorial Day. I do remember.
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