Stone, Sadler, and Skarlatos

Stone, Sadler, and Skarlatos.  That’s what America is and always has been: a white guy, a black guy, and a child of immigrants.  When it hits the fan, they stand up and fight while others cower in their boots, or lock themselves, as the train personnel did, into a secure room, where their safety was assured, frack everyone else.

There was a French banker who tried to tackle the man and missed and an English/French professor who tried to disarm him and ended up shot in the neck.

Stone, one of the Americans, had medical training and stuck his finger in the man’s neck to control the bleeding, saving his life in addition to all the lives the three saved by standing up like men and fighting.

I am sick and tired of Barack Obama, who seems to think that America has something to apologize for.  No one bows lower than Barry. 

I am not a brave man, but I apologize for nothing.  This country has done more to raise humanity from poverty than any other entity that came before and may follow.

You French, Russians, Chinese, or whoever, go right ahead and look down your brown-tipped noses (happens when you spend your life kissing bottoms), but we are not going meekly into that dark night.

Stone, Sadler, and Skarlatos are who we are, and you had better look out, because we are legion, and we certainly are not going down without a fight.

You want us?  Come and get us.  You will learn just how exceptional we are.  Barry may not believe it, because Barry is all Barry.  He likes to bow.  The rest of us, however, are going to fight.  And you will find that we are not as easy as we look.

Stone, Sadler, and Skarlatos, that’s who we are.  Go ahead, take your best shot. 

I know whom I’m betting on.