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Valley Forge to 2026
#Canada #USA @JudgeJeanine
In the Manner of John Fitzgerald Kennedy @JohnKennedyLA
My fellow Americans, and our steadfast Canadian brothers and sisters who stand with us on this continent, Let us go back to the frozen fields of Valley Forge in the winter of 1777–1778.Twelve thousand men marched into that encampment.
By spring, disease, starvation, and the bitter cold had taken nearly two thousand five hundred of them.
They had no shoes. They wrapped their feet in rags. They ate fire-cake made of flour and water because there was no meat.
They slept on the frozen ground while officers in warmer quarters debated strategy.
Desertions ran high. The army shrank to barely six thousand.
Yet they stayed.
They drilled.
They held the line.
They paid in blood and frostbite so that a new nation might be born.That sacrifice was not for a flag alone.
It was for the idea that free men could govern themselves without a king, without a hidden hand, without voting shares that let the few steer the many. At Fort McHenry in 1814, a young lawyer named Francis Scott Key watched the rockets’ red glare and the bombs bursting in air.
He saw the flag still flying at dawn.
He wrote the words that became our anthem.
That flag was sewn by ordinary hands.
That anthem was born in the smoke of battle.
It was a promise: the republic would endure.From that promise we marched forward through every enduring era of war. In the Civil War, hundreds of thousands of Americans — North and South — died to end the chains of slavery and preserve the Union.
In the trenches of World War One, Canadian soldiers who were not officers but simply men from the farms and factories of Ontario, Quebec, and the Prairies stood shoulder to shoulder with us.
Private Francis Pegahmagabow, an Ojibwa sniper from Parry Sound, became one of the most decorated soldiers in the British Empire, taking out over 378 enemy positions while carrying the wounded.
Private John Chipman Kerr from Fox River, Nova Scotia, single-handedly captured 62 German soldiers at the Battle of the Somme.
These were not generals. These were the little guys, the ones who absorbed the anguish so the rest of us could breathe free. In World War Two, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf, Afghanistan, and every conflict since, the same truth held: the greatest price was paid by the ordinary soldier, the sailor, the airman, the ones who never sought glory, only to come home to a country that still believed in honor.And now we stand in 2026, on the eve of America’s 250th anniversary.Look at what we have done with their sacrifice.We have allowed a handful of men with superior voting shares to steer the life-blood of two nations while the people who paid for it have zero real say.
We have watched our corridors fill with freight and fentanyl while the watchmen sleep.
We have let debt triple and called it “reduced.”
We have let resources that could feed generations stay locked behind polite green altars while families struggle.
We have chosen the kind lie of comfort over the unkind truth of courage.The soldiers at Valley Forge froze so we could speak freely.
The men who raised the flag at Fort McHenry bled so we could keep it flying.
The Canadians who charged at Vimy and Passchendaele died beside us so that liberty would not perish from this earth.
And today we stand here letting the lower curve win, letting concealment, comfort, and concentrated power slowly erase the very republic they died to create.That is the moral damage.Every time we stay silent, every time we accept the illusion, every time we turn our backs on the little guy logging the 407 at 3 a.m. or the corridor watcher in the Okanagan, we spit on their graves. So hear this, North America. The debt we owe is not paid in monuments or speeches.
It is paid in courage.
The little guys and gals Never again Valley Forge as our end. God bless Canada.God bless the United States.
God bless this continent
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