My Trigger Song, Battle Hymn of The Republic, Trump’s Inauguration, and January 6th
United States Marines are world renown for their rifle marksmanship. Every United States Marine is a rifleman, or at least that’s what they brainwash into Marines at bootcamp along with once a Marine always a Marine. These statements and slogans or mottos are both truth and myth. Not all Marines believe their oaths last their lifetimes, and some Marines believe their oaths last beyond their life. The truth is Marines are not as bad ass as the United States Marine Corps propaganda pontificates; however, the training Marine Corps does a good job to uphold this image. Marine Corps Martial Arts is one of the ways in which the Marine Corps flexes her might on an individual level like Marine Corps marksmanship.
Before Marine Corps recruit training, I had never shot a fire arm other a complex bow and slingshot. Sling shot and bows do not exactly aim the same as pistols and rifles, but you would be amazed how much principles of war fighting transfer from weapon to weapon. For example, my basic warrior fighting stance is pretty much the same for being unarmed or armed with knifes, batons, pistols, and rifles. I haven’t shot a bow or slingshot since I was a teenager, but I guarantee I would take the same stance I do with a pistol, rifle, non-lethal/lethal baton, knife or unarmed. With that said, I can’t shoot a rifle worth a damn; I shouldn’t say that because I can shoot a body target in the head from five hundred yards with no scope. However, compared to other Marines I’m not a great shot. I can shoot pistols like an expert marksman, but I’m just a sharp shooter rifleman. In fact, I did not originally qualify at Marine Corps bootcamp.
I didn’t really exist to most my drill instructors until I unqualified or unked as we called it. Man, the half dozen of us who didn’t qualify on the range were sent to the back of the squad bay. We called it D-block, because everyone that qualified would comeback and harass us like the Stanford Prison Experiment, and we would end up whipping their asses like the 3069 D-Block Experiment. Laugh out loud. Yes, somehow those of us who did know how to shoot could whip some ass.
At the time, I couldn’t get the M-16 or M-4 trigger control on the first shot. I still can’t get a clean pull on the weapon system like I can pistols and revolvers. I like Glock because I can unload and reload three magazines in under a minute and still hit a standard target from twenty-five meters. With the M-4, I’m sure I could mess with the trigger to make it more like a pistol, but the only guns I have today are may left and right biceps, and ees, I kiss my biceps. They aren’t huge or anything; it’s just my timing is epic to kiss these guns: [kiss left bicep] Muaw [kiss right bicep] Muaw.
Anyway, one of my fellow recruits who unked was also an Ohio State student on sabbatical, aka drop out. Recruit Joseph was a doughy Indian who wore coke bottle CBs. If you saw the cockblocking glasses, you would figure out why we call them CBs. Anyway, Joseph was held back multiple times in training, and every week was another week without his wife, so he needed to qualify. At the time, I knew all the principles behind shooting, I just couldn’t get the trigger down. Of course, even though I didn’t qualify I looked through his log and helped him make an adjustment. We made adjustments to his front sight post and rear site apertures, because it was obvious he was constantly off in the same location. Right before he went to shoot, I started to sing an Ohio State song to calm him down, “We don’t give a damn about the whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan. We don’t give a damn about the whole state of Michigan, because we’re from OHIO.”
They say the blind can’t lead the blind, but recruit Joseph didn’t drop a shot from the two hundred yard distance, and he just kept singing, “We don’t give a damn about the whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan, the whole state of Michigan. We don’t give a damn about the whole state of Michigan, because we’re from OHIO.” Recruit Joseph shot expert after not qualifying thanks to my excellent couching skills for which I was highly decorated later in my career. Of course, he still didn’t qualify originally, so he was award a pizza box. He qualified, and I did not. Again. I was a failure. Again. And then I started singing a song from mass on the firing line. I started singing my trigger song. I started singing Battle Hymn of the Republic:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal";
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,[15]
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
And sure enough I shot well enough to be marksman, but ultimately, I improved my marksmanship to be a sharpshooter, and I left the Marine Corps and Expert Pistol shot and Sharpshooter with the rifle. I didn’t realize the role of Battle Hymn of the Republic in the next American Civil War. Supposedly, the north and south Union and Confederacy sang Battle Hymn of the Republic. I always thought of the song as a northern Yankee song, but Johnny Cash claims it was a Confederate favorite as well. Unfortunately, our Nazi-CIA brainwashed American youth are triggered by Battle Hymn of the Republic. I’m sure they’re triggered by the fact republic is in the title like they are triggered the song is about God and our American savior, Jesus Christ.
The Democrats are triggered President Trump played Battle Hymn of the Republic for his inaugural celebration at the Lincoln Memorial like The Democrats were triggered American Patriots prayed and sang Battle Hymn of the Republic in the rotunda. Democrats are so triggered Americans sang Battle Hymn of the Republic on January 6th the YouTube Nazis censored people singing and praying The Lord’s Prayer for the American people and our American country. It’s gone. You can’t find the video anywhere.
What the deranged Democrats don’t know there was a Marine Corps veteran, a Christian Shaman, a warrior priest, at Arlington Nation in September of 2020, singing Battle Hymn of the Republic to all the fallen starting at the Eternal Flame of John F Kennedy. This shaman, this warrior priest, sang to the fallen at Arlington Nation Cemetery, Gettysburg, Sharpsburg, and even Golden Gate National Cemetery. This same warrior priest was the at the Eternal Flame of John Kennedy Q on September 17th, 2020, and he was also in Jerusalem on September 17th 2008 facing two Canadian Crosses on two different contents. Most importantly, while the Q-shaman in the United States Capitol sang Battle Hymn of the Republic, I sang Battle Hymn of the Republic in the valley of Mount Diablo facing Silicon Valley, San Francisco, and the Golden Gate praying for truth and justice for I am always faithful to God and country.