A great day to honor the fallen

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Our Sec of State Rex Tillerson rode his Harley with Rolling Thunder.
Fox News has been covering the events all day while CNN and NBC is covering Jared Kushner.
Today was also a day for liberals to remember spitting on our returning vets.


WATCH: Rex Tillerson Rides with Rolling Thunder to Honor U.S. Military on Memorial Day
by Penny Starr 29 May 2017


Secretary of State Rex Tillerson joined almost one million bikers on Sunday as a rider in a massive caravan of motorcycles that rode from the Pentagon to the National Mall and the Vietnam Memorial on Sunday.

A video posted on YouTube shows Tillerson posing for pictures with other bikers and preparing to mount his own bike for the trip, an annual tradition that began in the late 1980s as a way to honor the U.S. military and to support the continuing search for U.S. soldiers who remained prisoners of war or were missing in action following the Vietnam War.

“O.K., this is just buckets of all-American awesome,” the post on Conservative Treehouse stated. “Secretary of State Rex Tillerson rides with Rolling Thunder in Washington, D.C. to celebrate Memorial Day and salute our armed forces.

“We knew T-Rex was awesome, but who knew T-Rex was Rolling Thunder level awesome?” said the post, which included the 2-minute video of Tillerson in the staging area at the Pentagon.

The Guardian posted photos of the procession, including a photograph of Tillerson with a caption that read:

“U.S. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson stand with Rolling Thunder, Inc. founder Artie Muller (3rd-R) and U.S. Secretary of Veterans Affairs Dr. David J. Shulkin (R) as opening remarks are delivered at the Pentagon of Washington, D.C. in honor of Memorial Day.”

The Diplomatic Security Service posted a photo on its Facebook page explaining its role in the event.

“DSS special agents provided security for Secretary Tillerson today at #RollingThunder2017 in Washington, D.C. The Secretary and two of the special agents assigned to his DSS Protective Detail rode motorcycles in the event. #honoringvets”

http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2017/05/29/secretary-of-state-rides-with-rolling-thunder-to-honor-u-s-military-on-memorial-day/

Obama took a bike ride too!

https://gopthedailydose.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/obama-on-bike.jpg

[TroyOz]

Love the addition of training wheels on Barry's bike :)

[boogietillyapuke]

Beyond the count of years I walked the world,


and my children built their shrines to me.


Decades and centuries and millennia pass,


and still the shrines are built.


Temples insubstantial to men,


clear to my eyes.


No foundations or walls or roofs,


but shrines nonetheless.


Holy ground, consecrated


Today, every day, somewhere in the world,


the earth is prepared for my coming.


My hallowed grounds are everywhere.


In valleys and on mountains,


on broad plains and deep in hidden passes,


in deserts, on city streets.


Nameless, unremembered places.


Named, remembered places.


Forest trails where the quiet lines of tall, clean-limbed men walked,


leaving behind them squat, hairy cave dwellers


in pools of their own blood.


Grassy plains over-marched by long rows of men with sandaled feet


and burnished helmets and spear points,


falling as chariots scythed their way through the ranks.


Glens where hollow squares of foot soldiers held spears


against the charge of armored knights


and storms of arrows found crevices between their shields.


Green ridges where thousands charged their countrymen,


muskets firing, cannon spewing grapeshot and canister,


and they cried for water,


and for their mothers,


and for the pain,


and died under bloody banners.


Muddy remnants of orchards where the machine gun fire


tore the trees to stumps three feet above the ground


and the men fell down in rows,


and the trenches where grenades and shells found them


and left them in buried piles


of limbs and torsos.


Forests where the scream of artillery shells


and the hollow thunder of tree bursts


sent foot-long splinters of wood


through the bodies of men below.


Frigid hilltops and foxholes filled with frozen bodies


left after their positions had been overrun


and the air support came too late.


Jungles where they bled and screamed and died,


bodies lying forlorn until they rotted into the rank growth under them,


a shiny bit of metal their only marker.


City streets strewn with the rubble of destroyed houses


still echoing


to the chatter of automatic weapons fire.


Incinerated landscapes where lost children weep for dead parents;


lost parents weep for dead children.


The dead with no one left to weep for them.


Megiddo. Thermopylae. Tyre. Kai-Sia. Carthage. Hastings. Stirling. Falkirk. Culloden. Quebec. Lexington. Concord. Saratoga. Yorktown. Leipzig. Borodino. Austerlitz. Waterloo. Manassas. Antietam. Shiloh. Vicksburg. Gettysburg. Cold Harbor. Gallipoli. Verdun. Ypres. Nanking. Pearl Harbor. Guadalcanal. Iwo Jima. Wake. Midway. Kasserine Pass. Caen. Bastogne. Dresden. Leningrad.


Hiroshima. Nagasaki.


Inchon. Pusan. Chosin. Hill 800. Heartbreak Ridge. Ia Drang Valley. Khe Sahn. Hue. Hamburger Hill. Saigon. Gaza. West Bank. Bosnia. Mogadishu.


Monuments with names of soldiers and battalions and brigades and regiments,


police actions, peace-keeping missions, conflicts, battles and wars.


Cemeteries with ranks of white crosses as far as the eye can see.


A black granite Wall with names and names and names


and the visitors come and look down where the wall


is one, two, three inches high coming out of the earth


and there is a line of names there


and they think this isn't so much,


and as they walk the trail dips down


and the Wall appears to grow


and the lines of names are higher and higher until


the topmost line is so tall you need


a ladder to reach it,


to read it


A monument to me.


Collateral damage


Friendly fire


Ethnic cleansing


Suicide bombing


Pre-emptive strike


Keeping the peace


Making the world safe


My brothers and sisters are fading away.


It is right; it is just.


Their shrines are tumbled, forgotten.


No one brings offerings to Sun or Earth or Thought or Love.


My brother Peace died stillborn.


I remain because my children continue to consecrate the ground,


in my name,


with their own blood.


I thrive and grow.


Hate and Demagoguery, Jealousy and Selfishness


have joined my long-time outriders,


Fear and Panic.


We ride together.


We serve our father well, the Horseman who is called Death.


I am War.

http://www.strike-the-root.com/3/bommarito/bommarito5.html

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V49-q4ViAN8

[crimethink]

There is only one legitimate way to honor those who have fallen, those who thought they were doing the right thing:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPvVdhfgMIs


There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.