R.I.P.
"My main concern about those 2016 elections is that, well, I just hope I’m still around to vote then. If not ... I plan to vote absentee."--Bob Dole
Abigail Marone: "From Bob Dole's farewell letter: "I'm a bit curious to learn if I am correct in thinking that Heaven will look a lot like Kansas. ...And to see, like others who have gone before me, if I will still be able to vote in Chicago." Absolute legend 😂
Also in Detroit.
And Milwaukee.
And Atlanta.
Phoenix, too.
Also Philly.
After 3am on Election Night.
And for a week afterward.
You know--the Way the Founders Intended(tm).
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"Bob Dole. We’re friends. We disagreed but we were friends. We used to have an awful lot of that relationship. And it still exists except that Republicans, the Q-Anon and the extreme elements of the Republican Party, what Donald Trump sort of keeps feeding the, uh, you know the Big Lie. It makes it awful hard."--Perv. Biden, spewing lies over a patriot's corpse
QAnon is an agit-prop invention, a straw-man, a “white supremacist” sock-puppet invented by Cuck Schemer and his CIA boyfriends.
It GLOWS. For Biden to even mention this disgusting psy-op at Bob Dole’s funeral just shows his own guilt, and how far down the toilet these gangsters are.
"Bob Dole died this morning at age 98 after a lifetime of public service, as national politics used to be called without irony. He was elected to the U.S. Congress from Kansas in 1960, then moved up to the U.S. Senate in 1968. Eventually he was the Republican nominee for president in 1996, when he was beaten by incumbent Bill Clinton. (Clinton later awarded him the Presidential Medal of Freedom, because such gestures of respect were also part of national politics once.)
Dole was gravely injured in battle during World War II. He was a lieutenant in the hard-fighting 10th Mountain Division, and got shot up on April 14th, 1945 — just weeks before the war ended. Dole got hit during a firefight in the Appenine Mountains; it was an unknown round — maybe machine-gun fire or a mortar — which he later wrote, “ripped apart my shoulder, breaking my collarbone and my right arm, smashing down into my vertebrae, and damaging my spinal cord.”
Dole couldn’t move. Medics gave him a huge shot of morphine, then wrote “M” on his forehead in his own blood so nobody would overdose him with a second shot. He lay on the battlefield that way for nine hours before he was evacuated.
Dole eventually battled back from his injuries, but his right arm was shattered. Throughout his political life he kept kept a pen clutched in his disabled hand to make it appear normal and keep people from trying to shake it.
All of this is to say that it’s a surprise to see just what a muscular guy he once was:
Bob Dole in 1943. (Robert and Elizabeth Dole Archive)
Wow! This is Dole the year he turned 20, standing next to an artillery piece. He had enlisted in the Army the year before, and obviously spent some time bulking up. Look at those legs! He was 192 pounds, according to the photo caption, and most of it muscle.
Dole had been a three-sport athlete in high school. He thought he might go home after the war and become a doctor, but the Nazis had other plans.".......
This is the price our fathers paid with their own bodies to secure our birthright of freedom. He did not go through all of that just so a new strain of global tyrants could seize power in America today--even as the very same criminals ooze eulogies over his body while they murder his America. |
| Whatever It Takes It was good enough for Bob, and it’s good enough for me. |
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