My Liberty Peak confrere Bruce H, wrote this very fine American letter to our small but influential (if only amongst ourselves) group. Truth distilled through the eyes of plain old American common sense;
Just got off the phone with my baby sister Carol who can truly be described as apolitical down to her Virgoan RN bones. No interest in formal politics whatsoever, yet she voted for Bush because, in her words, "it felt like whatever he represents had to be answered one way or another."
In sum, "fated."
I know others, as do you, who sees it quite differently. I won't go into the details of what they believe, but it rhymes with
BUSH HITLER HALIBURTON ROVE BLOOD FOR OIL LIED AND PEOPLE DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway . . . .
My sister Carol, who is instinctive, recognizes that there is a massive betrayal of our heritage, our history, our country, our future going on, right here, right now, per the likes of John Kerry -- who, by the way, fought in Viet Nam -- folks who reckon themselves our moral superiors but couldn't think their way out of a wax-paper enema bag. They simply don't get it, for a variety of reasons, which I have no need to go into here, but what I found interesting was Carol's observation that they won't see the fallacy of their beliefs until Midnight itself, when the bell tolls. Indeed, that is our situation.
I talked to Carol this morning. She reported being drawn to the Internet yesterday, and looking up WW II pictures, and marveling at the grief suffered on all sides.
Her friend Candy's nephew was manning a checkpoint in Iraq. Said when they first got there, you could tell who the suicide bombers were because -- now, get this! -- because they washed their car and dressed in white to meet Allah! But we figured that out pretty quick, so they quit doing it.
This young lad looked into a regular-looking car, into the backseat where a VERY young Arab boy sat, and that he could see in the boy's eyes that they were all about to die.
He shouted out to his buddy to hit the deck, and the car went off.
His buddy died, and this nephew of my sister's best friend is missing major pieces of his innards and will be pissing into a plastic bag from here on out.
My sister Carol opined that the average BUSH LIED AND PEOPLE DIED piece of dog doo-doo don't even remotely get how
this sort of sacrifice is.
How noble it is.
How exceptionally moral it is.
They just don't frickin' get it.
She had a patient this weekend in the ER, a pilot who did THREE TOURS in fucking Iraq. As soon as he got back he split his head open doing some kind of work. They were laughing at the absurdity of "living through that goddamn mess over there", then coming back to stitches in the scalp over here. She thanked him for his service, and she meant it.
For those with no spiritual sight, it is difficult to see what's happening here. For those of us who, to whatever degree, have been gifted with or have developed, interior sight, the lesson of our time is not lost.
If you don't understand that killing your son in a car bomb for Allah or Colonel Sanders or whoever is evil, then you don't understand what we're facing.
And if you don't understand that what America has represented -- sometimes gracefully, oftentimes not -- the human urge for freedom . . .
I pity you, for I am not one of those New Agers who believes that all sin is free and forgiven. I believe that EVERY THOUGHT is answered in like kind. To me God is that same mathematical precision which balances the atom into physical structure, and guides it toward becoming a liver cell or a sunset. You are bound by those same laws whether you want to be or not, but there's a difference:
You are responsible for the character you cultivate, and you will pay, or be rewarded, in kind.
I would not choose to be associated with the cowards of our time who wilfully refuse to see what is at stake and who take false pleasure in moral pretense, which they can afford only because of those they disdain as "uneducated."
My little sister in Georgia reminded me of how truly noble and attractive and morally compelling a good American character really is.
I feel no shame in being American. I do feel shame for the cowards who routinely betray their country, and I am sorry I will also have to suffer because of their short-sightedness