Who are we really America? Were we taught this is an experiment at Constitutional Republicanism, that would at some point fail or succeed regarding our defense thereof? Well, yes. We were handed this wonderful, fragile freedom, all of US having to admit out front the blood, treasure and honor it took to secure, with warning that it would dissolve if not protected. Did we ignore that warning? Well, no and yet we spent most of our defense in protecting the world against infringement’s upon their nationalism. Was this ill advised? Did we fail to heed equal warning to stay out of foreign dilemma and attend to our own farms, families and culture? Yes, we seem to have neglected to listen and take to heart those wisely offered oaths of sanctity given by our founding fathers, leading to this menagerie of madness, this clown show without a big tent.

If we are not the broken men of promise and regret that comes with having something so precious and neglecting its value then what men of stone hearts have we now become? Where are the pillars of humanity that made this nation worthy of remembrance? Where is the culture that is admired and eagerly taught to children as example of a life well ventured? What are our children now holding close in consciousness, in hope that will maintain their nearly impossible attempt to defend, edify and support a bright future for their grandkids? What are we handing them if not broken backs of debt, smashed moral compass and the deflated weather balloon of a globe headed for disaster or a desperate ending in calamity? Am I the one to tell them truth or fill them with stories of “it’s going to be alright” after the soup has been poisoned, notice to next of kin sent and dreams smashed or dashed upon the staircase of broken steps that used to lead to shining destiny?

Will we neglect this opportunity to define first and foremost who we wish to be instead of stabbing into the broad darkness of opining for times gone to history’s recording? Are we to be men who govern themselves or will we always be doubtful, in flight and fright of the empirical hands of the elite who crave dominion over all that may be controlled, bought or made dukes, earls and demons over mankind? Is there a time to which we may return or deliver ourselves into the healthy, transparent, crystal thinking of men who will never give up their right to words spoken truthfully, freely, without regret or second guessing? Are there things that are right and will always be right no matter who interprets them or pays to offer revision? For until we find that which is inviolate in our thinking and identity, we will always be prey to dark attempts to twist the compass one degree from dead center. We cannot be safe until our thinking is established and protected inalienable from the defining moment that brought US to truth. The moment our hearts reached out and met our God.

When we decide that we are of God, by God, With God and For His Perfect Will for those he created we are simply swaying on the top of weeping willow, susceptible to the direction, strength and dangers of the wind. There is no other path forward to freedom but through our capitulation to the historical and present fact that God’s Sovereign Hand upon America is what made anything inviolate, immutable or beyond alien intervention. This revolution is not against man or beast but against SELF, the self reliant inner voice of our own personal God’s of Me and You. Are we done service at the high places and altars or our false god’s of self and lust for eye fulfillment? Really? Until that decision is made regarding our identity as Americans who are grateful, humble and spiritually sound in our debt to God Almighty for everything we are, have and will be then we are headed for the national scrap heap of failed republics. Thank God He is long suffering and patient awaiting our counsel, realization and return. But my people, my lovely Brothers and Sisters, the end of that patience nears and Wrath is promised for all who will not heed His lengthy and promised warnings. Will we now decide who we are or parish into those ill remembered or forgotten nameless of mankind’s most foolish moments? This is ours, what will we use it to become?