Contributed by Jill Bachman on the nationwide Tea Party gatherings trend and her sentiments about that:

“This is SENSATIONAL and a message for the WHOLE WORLD!!!

I just shivered through all of this and had to share it with everyone! May more and more miracles continue to abound.It is amazing how every American has Verse #1 memorized, but what about the last verse??? I for one never realized it existed.. no wonder we are called a nation of sheep (or is that morons)??! LOL Hugs, Jill”
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The Star Spangled Banner Lyrics
By Francis Scott Key 1814
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Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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Of course there is still the much covered up, controversial origin of the American flag as related to the 17th Century British Empire’s East India Company, a state sponsored multinational corporation with unchecked imperialist powers:
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The present American flag went through a series of transformations from the original Union Jack to the present design. One major step was the flag now called “The Continental Colors,” first used on January 1, 1776 [NB: before independence], at Prospect Hill [Boston]. Here, the design exhibits the thirteen alternating red and white stripes [six white, seven red, both topmost and bottommost red] with the Union Jack in the canton. Earlier, at Bunker Hill, the “Pine Tree Flag” seems to have been flown. It used the red field of the red fleet’s ensign with a white canton surcharged with a green pine tree.

The act of the Second Continental Congress on June 14, 1777 [June 14 is now sometimes celebrated as Flag Day in some parts of the United States] which called the present design into official being was drafted by Francis Hopkinson, a member of Congress from Pennsylvania. Whether he also was responsible for the design that is codiefied in the act is still strongly questioned, but the slightly prevailing view is that he probably did execute the design as well as draft the legislation. The design of the field was adopted from “The Continental Colors” of two years before to which was added a canton of blue “surcharged with thirteen white stars forming a new constellation in the firmament of nations.”

There is a special remembrance of this in the naval history of the United States. When the first Naval Bill was passed under President Washington, it specified the construction of six frigates, three of forty-four guns and three of thirty-six. These ships were to be named and . The names of the first four are self-explanatory, the fifth requires recalling that the Chesapeake Bay was the largest unique feature of geography in the original United States. While the Bay is not truly or wholly fresh water, it was then [and often still is] described as the “largest fresh-water estuary in the world.” The sixth name, , is the most difficult for modern Americans, since they are now taught so little history in school — it recalls the language of the Act of 1777, and comemorates the flag with its “constellation in the firmament of nations.”

Article written by Frank Young

Related:

http://www.usavsus.info/

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There is a difference. Do you know what it is?
Military flag
Civil flag

Introduction to
The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

In my native town of Salem, at the head of what, half a century ago, in the days of old King Derby, was a bustling wharf–but which is now burdened with decayed wooden warehouses, and exhibits few or no symptoms of commercial life; except, perhaps, a bark or brig, half-way down its melancholy length, discharging hides; or, nearer at hand, a Nova Scotia schooner, pitching out her cargo of firewood–at the head, I say, of this dilapidated wharf, which the tide often overflows, and along which, at the base and in the rear of the row of buildings, the track of many languid years is seen in a border of unthrifty grass–here, with a view from its front windows adown this not very enlivening prospect, and thence across the harbour, stands a spacious edifice of brick. From the loftiest point of its roof, during precisely three and a half hours of each forenoon, floats or droops, in breeze or calm, the banner of the republic; but with the thirteen stripes turned vertically, instead of horizontally, and thus indicating that a civil, and not a military, post of Uncle Sam’s government is here established. Its front is ornamented with a portico of half-a-dozen wooden pillars, supporting a balcony, beneath which a flight of wide granite steps descends towards the street Over the entrance hovers an enormous specimen of the American eagle, with outspread wings, a shield before her breast, and, if I recollect aright, a bunch of intermingled thunder- bolts and barbed arrows in each claw. With the customary infirmity of temper that characterizes this unhappy fowl, she appears by the fierceness of her beak and eye, and the general truculency of her attitude, to threaten mischief to the inoffensive community; and especially to warn all citizens careful of their safety against intruding on the premises which she overshadows with her wings. Nevertheless, vixenly as she looks, many people are seeking at this very moment to shelter themselves under the wing of the federal eagle; imagining, I presume, that her bosom has all the softness and snugness of an eiderdown pillow. But she has no great tenderness even in her best of moods, and, sooner or later–oftener soon than late–is apt to fling off her nestlings with a scratch of her claw, a dab of her beak, or a rankling wound from her barbed arrows.


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