With the World Cup going on, a fervor of “USA! USA!” could be heard chanted by the inebriated all across the country who, like the Irish, will find any excuse to celebrate by imbibing alcohol to excess. I’m guessing many of these seasonal fans don’t even know the rules of soccer, just that you have to kick the ball into the other team’s net and you can’t Rochambeau a guy square in the nuts. [http://www.southparkstudios.com “South Park” Season 1 “Mecha-Streisand at :50 and http://www.southparkstudios.com/clips/103727 at 4:02] And the game is so low-scoring that even baseball seems a giant in comparison to the numbers on the scoreboard.
I watched a YouTube video a guy made collecting all the reaction shots around the country when Donovan scored a winning goal for the USA team that helped them advance to the next round. I found myself smiling broadly at the people who were so overwhelmed with utter joy that the team they associate themselves with had taken the lead in an athletic endeavor. I might have even found myself a little envious, as I haven’t felt an allegiance or loyalty to any team, group, people or country in two days short of forever and it looked like a lot of fun that I was missing out on because I just couldn’t find it in myself to give a shit. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbn3rOPmR9w my favorite is the black guy jumping with the cap at 2:22]
So July 4th came and went and I’m guessing there are at least several dozen people with fewer digits on their hands today then they had just a day ago. Most of those people will now be limited in their counting ability to the number nine. But seriously, what better way to celebrate the Colonies independence from Britain than by blowing shit up?
But what people don’t seem to fully get is that on July 4, 1776, the Colonies declared their independence but without the bang to back that up, it would have been little more than a street punk being held back by his gang of misfits as he shouts towards some other Neanderthal, “I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” knowing full well that if his crew let him go, the first thing he’d need to do to an ass is wipe his own—from shitting his pants.
The two time periods I admire the most in American history is the Revolutionary period and the 60s. The reason being, in both these times the American citizens had had enough and said, “That’s it, we’re not playing your bullshit game anymore!” In the 60s, the pressure cooker of the Civil Rights Movement, women’s rights, great drugs and better music culminated to an explosion when for the first time ever we had a televised war and the meat-grinder of Vietnam pushed the young, and old, over the edge.
In the Revolutionary Period, just about all the Founding Fathers were pretty well off. They could have taken the piddly tea tax and still lived like kings. But, like when George Washington was offered the position of King and he said, “We didn’t fight George III so that I could become George The First,” they knew there was something greater than wealth at stake here. And not only did they put their wealth on the line, they also put their sacred honor on the craps table. And this was even more valuable to them than life.
If the same situation happened today, most Americans who are well to do would say, “I can put up with a slave master whipping my brothers and sisters as long as my bank account stays moderately in tact.” And they wouldn’t even consider risking their sacred honor—because they have none.
Those rag-tag soldiers got together, looking like something dragged out of a punk concert mosh pit, only less contrived, often taking their own personal weapons to the battle front to fight against what was known to be a superior enemy in every way—except in spirit. Yes, Barack, they ran to their “guns and Bibles” and they weren’t condescended to by their Commander in Chief for doing so; they were honored. There was one quote I read where a governor in the Colonies said, “I don’t know what the British will think of these soldiers but they sure scare the heck out of me!” Two hundred and thirty four years ago, brave men and women backed up a “declaration” with the muscle to make it mean something.
Today we are so pussified that we not only slave away long days at jobs we don’t like, where most spend four months of the year as indentured servants to the IRS, but the government treats our liberties worse than King George treated his piss boy [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGfXiIXTpE0]. The most anyone raises his voice is in a grumble but very few have the balls to stand up and take action. We celebrate “Independence Day” and yet we are more dependent on government than ever. Perhaps we should celebrate July 4th by honoring the movie starring Will Smith. At least that would be more honest.
We are seeing liberties stripped away from us left and right and told that this is for our own protection. “Protection.” From a government that can’t even protect our own borders—one of the few legitimate jobs of the Federal Government—that not only illegal aliens slip through as easily as a finger into Paris Hilton’s underwear, but that helicopters of Mexican military have actually crossed and entered into American airspace! (Haven’t heard of this? This means that either I am a “conspiracy nut” or your mainstream media is a bunch of bought and sold whores. But check out [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHGgFgTiyWw] if you still doubt that you’re going to pick up some serious mind-numbing disease from screwing around with the mainstream media’s version of the “news.”) And we pretend that having granny take off her foot-fungused crabby shoes at the airport makes us somehow safer from the boogieman “out there” that we are told “hates us for our freedom”—by a government that erodes our freedom daily.
On the day of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, Benjamin Franklin said, “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.” Today’s pussy would rather be slowly suffocated than cut herself free from the noose that slowly strangles her and risk nicking her powdered neck with the knife. She would certainly never risk her own neck for the freedom of another. “Hey, it’s not my problem.”
Besides cel phones and the Internet, that is a big difference between today and 234 years ago. Back then, they would rather cut their necks by their own swords than by the will of someone else’s blade. And they realized that it was their problem and they hung together for something a lot more important than a friggin’ soccer game.
We’ve all heard of George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson and his famous descendent from sexing one of his slaves, George Jefferson, who became famous for “movin’ on up to the East Side,” on CBS, as well as Ben Franklin, James Madison and the local baker of the area, Simms Bardon, who to this day no one has been able to figure out how he filled his jelly donuts to bursting. These men were great leaders, great visionaries. A man like George Washington was on the battlefront with his men, unlike the Generals of today who sit in the safety of some cushy office and have their secretaries schedule interviews with the newspapers and magazines magazines in between visits to the White House for a round of golf with the President and never have to sully their manicured hands with the blood of their men.
But do we know of even one soldier who fought and died so that we could sit here today and laugh at the buck-toothed, limey bastards who drink warm beer across the Atlantic ocean? These men, regular guys like you and me, dropped their jobs, their families and many of them their lives, to fight the good fight, back before fighting over oil and domination and control of others became the motivation of our government to kill her citizen soldiers. Let us take a moment to honor those unnamed soldiers whose blood, to paraphrase Thomas Jefferson, “has watered the tree of Liberty.”
And let us take inventory about what is really important to us and what we would be willing to give up in order to protect this. If all we come up with is a desire to make more money so that we can buy more useless crap to entertain ourselves and our families so that we don’t have to ever sit down and have an actual meaningful conversation with them or our neighbors, then not only do we pale in comparison to the Founding Fathers but we don’t even deserve to lick the sole-less boot of the rag-tag soldier that risked it all for love, love of country, honor, duty, family—and us.
The time is coming, my countrymen and women, where we will be asked just this question. Under the guise of some most-probably self-created “National Emergency,” they will ask our soldiers to violate their oath to the Constitution and round up not only individual’s weapons, like they did during Katrina in direct violation of the Second Amendment [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sm5PC7z79-8 at 1:11], but also to collect people to send to the concentration camps that are well-documented to have been built [Watch the documentary “Camp FEMA” in full at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sm5PC7z79-8], all the while our media whores laugh at even the mention of containment camps.
Are we going to march obediently into the camps because we still believe that our government has our best interest at heart—like we believed when we went to war with Iraq over “Weapons of Mass Destruction” (that were never found) and that we’d be in and out (which we weren’t) and that we had achieved “victory” (which we didn’t) and that Obama would bring our troops home (which he hasn’t)? What will it take to get us off of our couches, where our fat asses have made a permanent indentation, and fight “the good fight”? Waving a flag and cheering our representative soccer team while ignoring the real threat among us is not patriotism. It is cowardice in the form of denial.
“America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.”
—Abraham Lincoln
REFLECTION:
What are the most important things for you? Your freedom? Your honor? Your children? Your dog? What would you do if someone were to threaten one of these? I have read countless cases of Child “Protective” Services (CPS) taking a child from the parents of a kid for frivolous reasons—and the parent allowing this to happen! Perhaps they believed in the legal system and felt that they would get their child back after going to court. In one case I heard a lawyer talk about it was a year later and still CPS had his kid in custody—where a study has shown that a child is five times more likely to be abused, paling only in comparison to being an altar boy in the Vatican.
And I have heard others say that they would shoot and kill anyone who came to take their children away from them. I’m sure the media would portray them as a gun-toting, militia nutcase. I would portray them as someone who is not a pussy.
What would you do? WHAT WOULD YOU DO? This is less a lesson on preparedness and more to challenge you to ask yourself what it would take for you to get off your fat ass of “I don’t want any problems” and realize that the problem is here—want it or not.
MEDITATION:
I want you imagine a nightmare situation like the above and go through what you would optimally like to do. If you don’t prepare now, not only in the physical means but also mentally and spiritually, you are going to do absolutely nothing if the crisis ever comes to fruition.
“Now is the time!” This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualization.”
—Martin Luther King, Jr., “I Have A Dream” speech