Primitive republic or Diplomatic aristocracy all may say they see before them a “Democracy”. For in Democratic hands the decision making is distributed between members of the society, in some to the able bodied not facing the bonds of slavery in others the oligarchs making rules, pulling the reigns of wealth to make choices for all as pawns of their power. Tis rare this things we hover bout. This Constitutional Prize taking wholly into account the detriment of the minority as a more heavily weighted measure in voting. For if tyrants make decisions within a Democracy it still remains true to name yet not all fair to the same delight and blessing. This is why we rejoice today for this is not a simple Democracy that we behold before King and President buy into the complex thinking of those who would never governed by Kings, Tyrants and Oligarchs but by God Himself. This is a Constitutional Republic where power resides in the people not the wealthy officer or king. This is America.

Yes we have forgotten the arduous requirement of maintenance bestowed upon each generation. For as the roof begins to leak over useful years, walls rot and foundations crumble so are the effects of time and withering. The requirement having said knowledge instructs each generation to the perpetual building of the Country that would remain Free before God and Man. Perhaps it is the deception crawl of serpent that lures to our self fed fate or maybe the requirement of Faith to please God. Whichever this incumbent responsibility ignored quickly brings down Republic to Oligarchy to Democracy in tyranny to Police State. Standing at the window this glorious view of the Purple Mountain Majesty and waving amber fields of grain we are brought the Duty of Remembrance to our King the Lord God Himself, that we shall encourage the lowest of members to understand and vote for Freedom, to tend the crop of Liberty that generation upon generation may breed in confidence and Breathe Free. Never again we say. Never again forget the blessings of God upon this nation in lazily passing the responsibility for its continued viability on to the man or woman next to me. This is my Republic, whose King is God and it is my responsibility before God to stand upon the Rock of Ages and defend our Gift of Freedom.

What then of celebration? Shall we look to mortuary and remember the fallen? Perhaps another day but not this time. This moment in time is for Abundant Joy of Life Given US by the Lord Jesus Christ as the true meaning of this lifetime. To ponder the smiles of our children, the Love of Wife or husband and the Unity that bonds each of US through God to the Free Land He Gave U.S. To look to the skies of today dreaming of tomorrow born in pursuit of happiness and liberty not at the expense of our Brother but with intent of His prosperity right next to my own. To dream of a Family born to live in Freedom or die together by God’s Will if we do not continue its defenses. This is the moment to look upon the bombs of celebration as symbol of those found in war that destroy, kill and break down. These bombs and flashes set aflame to kindle the hope, courage and joy found only in our continued national health and gratefulness to God. It is once again time to remember and dream. Remember what it takes to remain free and the blessings of our Liberty, how priceless the smile of my Children born in freedom and to dream God continued hand of Promised Blessing upon her for walking circumspect before Him following His Law and living righteous before one another beneath God’s Smiling Countenance.