Next, I'm Making Sense of the Madness. It's a Memorial Day special as we honor the men and women who died to protect our American principles and way of life.

We're going to question the mainstream narrative and expose media propaganda right now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, flags will be placed on graves and cemeteries, public officials will speak of the sacrifice and the valor of those whose memory we honor.

I have new illusions about what little I can add now to the silent testimony of those who gave their lives willingly for their country.

Words are even more feeble on this memorial day.

For the sight before us is that of a strong and good nation that stands in silence

and remembers those who were loved and who in return loved their countrymen enough

to die for them.

Yet we must try to honor them, not for their sakes alone, but for our own.

And if words cannot repay the debt we owe these men, surely with our actions,

we must strive to keep faith with them and with a vision that led them to battle and a final sacrifice.

Our first obligation to them and ourselves is plain enough.

The United States and the freedom for which it stands,

the freedom of which they died must endure and prosper.

Their lives remind us that freedom is not bought cheaply. It has a cost. It imposes a

burden. And just as they, whom we commemorate, were willing to sacrifice, so too must we, in a less

final, less heroic way, be willing to give of ourselves. Each died for a cause he considered more important

than his own life. Well, they didn't volunteer to die. They volunteered to defend values for which men

have always been willing to die if need be, the values which make up what we call civilization,

and how they must have wished in all the ugliness that war brings, that no other generation

of young men to follow would have to undergo that same experience.

As we honor their memory today, let us pledge that their lives, their sacrifices, their

...