I have witnessed the damage of political correctness, equality, feminism, militant gay lobbyists, grievance group politics and threats to a free press. In the late ’70’s feminists were properly angry, man-hating lesbians with no skin in the game of marriage and family. I gave them the bum’s rush then, and wrongly thought they would just fade away. I was wrong, and I should have spoken up then. I have committed the rest of my natural life to winding back damaging political correctness, group think and excessive government control via the ‘human rights’ industry.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS POEM
The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium