At the outset of the campaign I traveled to Washington, DC, for meetings with Republican Party leaders and had a moment of inspiration that I would recount in the years to come. At the time we decided to run, I had been reading Flags of Our Fathers by James Bradey, whose father had been one of the flag raisers at Iwo Jima. I was deeply moved by his account of the lives of the five marines and his navy corpsman father on Mount Suribachi on February 23, 1945. Climbing into the cab the evening of my first arrival in Washington, I asked the driver to stop by the US Marine Corps War Memorial before he took me to my hotel. As we pulled into the parking lot just west of the memorial, the statue was obscured by a long line of trees at the edge of the grounds. When I walked through the trees and my eyes landed on the largest bronze statue in the world, I stopped dead in my tracks. For there were the carved images of the six service members I had come to know in the pages of that book. Just beyond the statue I could see the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, and the US Capitol lit by the setting sun behind me. Then and there I decided that if I was given the privilege to serve in Congress, the only picture I would ever have of our nation's Capitol in my office would be taken from right here. Every American should have to look past heroes like these before they look at that glistening city, because it wouldn’t be there without them.
Why are you calling Q Judas? You obviously don’t know why Q picked him.
Well, with a vaccine that kills and forced military vaccinations it destroys the entire military. Destroyed from within.
Q don’t know what Q don’t know.