Lady Liberty Depicted as a Woman of Color on U.S. Currency for 1st Time

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GOOD BLACK NEWS

article via nbcwashington.com

For the first time in American history, Lady Liberty will be portrayed as a woman of color on United States currency, NBC News reported. In celebration of the U.S. Mint and Treasury’s 225th anniversary, the new $100 coin was unveiled on Thursday featuring Lady Liberty as a black woman.

Since the passage of the Coinage Act in 1792, all coins are required to feature an “impression emblematic of liberty,” in either words or images. Until the new coin designed by Justin Kunz was unveiled, Lady Liberty had always been depicted as a white woman.

The coins will cost $100 each and will be available to the public on April 6.

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Ignorance is not Bliss

This post is aimed at the minority. For those who say, “I don’t feel sorry for Military members”, or “Why do they deserve pay increases”, or “They were stupid enough to join, why should I care whether they die or not?”, or the like, let me just put you in your place. Whilst you are more than entitled to your opinion, these ears of mine do not want to hear your dribble. Whilst you sit (or stand) with your beliefs, I do not wish to read about it, so do not tell me personally about it in any way, shape or form. If I come across them on your various social media accounts, I shan’t comment; I will simply ignore them, as you can say whatever you wish.

Military members have put their lives on the line, so you can mouth off and act all ‘hard’, when in actual fact, you’re just little boys and girls, who think our freedom does not come at a cost. You wouldn’t know what to do placed in a hostile situation.

Freedom is not free.

And whilst I certainly do not condone war, perhaps if compulsory service of two years was introduced, you would learn respect and manners for those who enter the Military voluntarily. I bet that would then introduce your top lip to your bottom lip, fast.

I shan’t waste any more time on you, but strongly suggest you start thinking before you speak.

Or just shut the hell up.

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What to do with your opinion:

  1. Unwrap your opinion.
  2. Moisten your opinion with water or water-based lubricating jelly (such a KY brand).
  3. Lie on your left side, and bend your right knee up towards your chest. Gently push your opinion into your rectum, so that it is deep enough not to come out.

Rant over.

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Lest We Forget

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As you breathe right now, another person takes his last for your freedom.

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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,

We shall remember them.

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All gave some; some gave all.

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A tribute to the eight million horses, donkeys and mules who died in wars for their respective armies.

Lest we forget. ❤

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Dual Citizen

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I remember when I arrived in the UK on March 13th 2013 with my one-way ticket, after finally managing to get away from my abusive (ex) husband *Steve, I was asked to step aside with my then twelve week old son. Doing as I was asked, I pulled out documents they didn’t even request:

My birth certificate.

Max’s birth certificate.

My passport.

Max’s passport.

My medical records from the US.

Max’s medical records from the US.

My UK Driver’s Licence.

My US Driver’s Licence.

My Green Card.

I was then told it was a good thing I had brought all these documents to prove I was his mother! Anyway, what with all the criminals slipping into the UK on a regular (if not, daily) basis, they had a problem with me entering my country of origin with my son.

As I listened to all the foreign languages being spoken in the line to enter England (and might I add, none of them were being stopped and checked), I, as an English speaker, born and bred in London, was then told I could not enter with my son as he was born in the US. The staff member then went to get her manager, who reiterated what she had said to me.

Bearing in mind, I was limping in agony, from where my knee had been dislocated just days earlier, my mouth operated faster than my brain. I laid into them, and I could see they were not expecting the sharpness of my tongue. Part of the conversation went like this:

Manager: We can legally send him back.

Me: I’d like to see that happen, because as a British Citizen myself, you cannot send me back. I dare you to touch my child.

Manager: You can stay. It’s your son. He does not have a return ticket out of this country, nor does he have a residency.

Me: So what you are telling me, is that you want to send my son back on his own?

Manager: What I’m saying is, you have no evidence that he will be returning to the US.

Me: Hold on a minute. Shhhh… Listen… (After a couple of minutes silence). You are wanting to send a twelve week old baby back to the US, but yet all those people can go through, by which none have been stopped and checked? Yet you pull me aside as if I am a criminal, because my baby doesn’t have a return ticket? Are you f**king crazy? Don’t make me have to f**k up your world. I will sue the shit out of you.

Manager and staff member have a conversation with each other, almost at a whisper. The manager then turns to me to continue the conversation:

Manager: OK. We will let you through this time, but…

Me: You will let me through every time. I am British and there is nothing you can do about it. As a British Citizen, do you think it is right that I am pulled aside for this bullshit? You need to think of all the criminals who have just entered because you bothered an innocent person like me, who just got away from an abusive relationship as her husband is a son of a bitch. I have nothing, only my son and you want to send him back? What you need to do is to stop pissing me off and let me go home with my son, to my family and friends.

Manager: (Looking at Max) I’m going to let him through because he’s cute.

Me: Yes, he is cute, but know this, I was going through anyway.

The manager walked away, and the member of staff stamped my son’s passport. It wasn’t until after I walked away that I decided to look at the stamp.

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“Leave to enter for six months. No work or recourse to public funds.”

Is that so? OK. We’ll play it like that. No problem at all.

Two months later…

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My son became a Dual Citizen. So much for six months, eh?

Now, my son and I travel to and from the UK and US with no problem.

Don’t ever mess with this mother when it comes to her child. 🙂

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Star Spangled Banner

OK, OK… it is not a song so to speak, but I absolutely love, love, LOVE the American National Anthem ‘Star Spangled Banner’. Not only do I love it, but to have one of my favourite artists of all time sing it ~ Whitney Houston ~ makes me want to stand up and say “Yes, I’m proud to be American!” even though I am proud to be British. That’s how powerful the combination of the two are! 😀

I am aware that in the full version of the Anthem it states:

Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution

Which refers to the British (quote from livescience.com):

The rockets were glaring red and the bombs were bursting in air as the British relentlessly attacked Baltimore’s Fort McHenry on the night of Sept. 13-14, 1814, the last year of the War of 1812. When Francis Scott Key spotted, by the dawn’s early light, that his 15-starred flag was still there yet waving over the fort, he was inspired to write a poem honouring the victory.

This is not going to stop me from saying something is damn good if I think it is!

Enjoy ❤

“Star Spangled Banner”

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!

Time To Chill

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You may have noticed that I have not been posting much lately.

I feel I need to apologise for the many quotes, but little else. I have been really busy, what with my son Max’s birthday and Christmas ten days later.

For some reason, over the past couple of weeks, I have been receiving nothing but good news, so I have been ridiculously happy – something I haven’t felt in years!

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My ten year Green Card finally arrived. No conditions. No sponsor. Just me. Independent. And boy, does it feel good!

It’s time to put my feet up until the New Year. Well, as much as I can with a hyper toddler about!

Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas Everyone! ❤

Armistice Day And Veterans Day

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I must say, I am very proud to be a part of two of the greatest countries, and do count myself lucky.

I’m not going to use this post to point out a particular individual who doesn’t deserve the title “Veteran” nor go into detail about it, as this is not what this post is about.

Instead, I am going to praise all the Service Men, Women and Animals – in particular those who gave the ultimate sacrifice – their lives, so we have the (somewhat) Freedom we are so fortunate to have.

I have read up on war stories. I have listened to a great deal also.

Some of these Men and Women, in particular Men, have seen things that we as civilians, have never seen, nor could we ever imagine what they have had to live with for many, many years.

Some of these Men were executed by their own for cowardice, rather than be treated for what is now known as PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

To both British and American soldiers, past and present ~ Thank you so much for your service. ❤