At times I can pretend that he is still living and just up at his ranch which is why I cannot personally call him, but today I was reminded all to real that my dad is indeed dead and he didn't just die he was murdered.
This is the hardest day I have experienced since the release of the crappy drone footage. Watching the last few minutes before my dad was murdered and then hearing the bullets that were fired ending his life was a lot to bear.
How do we live in such a oppressive government that uses militant forces to govern or better said RULE us?
How are we just accepting this?
Our government uses massive force against US citizens, but then uses little to nothing... Or aids foreign entities.
Why is the American ppl the ones looked down on by their own government?
The government looks at us and wants us to feel bad about who we are.
My dad taught me to stand up and own who I am.
So who am I?
A daughter of a Supreme Creator.
A daughter of a murdered American hero.
A blessed wife to an aspiring and gentle giant of a man.
A lucky mother of a tribe of 4 hooligans.
I am a patriot who will uphold the constitution and teach others todo the same.
I defy those who seek to tear this great nation down and hide their criminals acts.
I am endowed with power from on high to defend freedom as is anyone who choose to put their faith in God and stand.
I will look my father in the eyes one day and proudly tell him that I stood.
I will not be ashamed, because I will not hide and fear a mobster government.
I am the master of my fate and the captain of my soul!
With God by my side whom shall I fear?