iDave Ultra PureBlood, 🇺🇸 Save America First ⭐

Think about this for a few moments.  Canada, the U.K and Europe are all facing the same problem…. MONEY!  Where are they going to come up with the funds to pay for a military investment they have declined to make for the past 50+ years? It’s not just an issue of finding funds for a standing military, hardware, ships, submarines, aircraft, tanks, heavy and light artillery, missiles and drones etc., they also have to fund the technological capabilities to use and deploy modern weapons. They need advanced manufacturing, steel works, technological guidance systems, large numbers of strategically placed satellites, a space program that includes rockets to put them into orbit, and much, much more. At scale this is multiple trillions, and that doesn’t include the baseline manufacturing systems needed to create all this independent infrastructure. It’s one thing to say, ‘we will build out our military capacity', and it’s another thing entirely to actually build it.  Does Canada or Europe even have the human resources within the engineering sector to create all this infrastructure?  Think about it. When you really stand back and look at the required level of investment needed, in addition to the time it takes to build all of the ancillary processes that are required to meet such an expressed objective, it really puts the context of the Canadian, British and European opposition to President Trump into context. What is more feasible?  Doing what is required to build-out your own military defense systems; or is it simply easier to get rid of the person who stops you from using the USA as your standing army?

In South Carolina I learned the most important law of Southern highways: If you see a crooked piece of plywood nailed to a pine tree with the words "BOILED P-NUTS" painted by hand, you pull over immediately. There was no building. Just a gravel turnout, a pickup truck with the tailgate down, a black iron pot roaring over a propane burner, and a seventy-year-old man sitting in a lawn chair under an umbrella. "Regular or Cajun?" he asked. "Cajun," I said. He dipped a perforated ladle into the boiling brine and filled a white Styrofoam cup until it overflowed. He handed me a second empty cup for the shells. Five dollars. Cash only. The cup grew soft from the heat in my hand. He has no website. He has no business sign. He just has salt, fire, and every driver on Highway 17 stopping like pilgrims at a well.