Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. “Mankind.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom — not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: “We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!”
Note: The following passages are excerpted from “The Twelve Days of Biffmas,” a holiday-themed chapter in the forthcoming self-published memoir “Diddle Me This,” by Free Beacon Ombudsman Biff Diddle. Enjoy!
Diddle here. I’d like to say a quick hello to all my readers and fans and ex-lovers before attending to the matter at hand. Perhaps you’re wondering where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. I don’t blame you. The answers to those questions, and many others, will reveal themselves in time.
Holder on his nationwide tour post-Ferguson: “I’m going to be putting a lot of miles on my airplane” — Zeke Miller (@ZekeJMiller) December 2, 2014