Who Really Built It...?

Barack Obama's comment "If you've got a business, you didn't build that" has reverberated much further than he intended it to. Essentially it was a Marxist rant inferring that other people built the product that you sell and even the roads that bring in that product for you to sell; therefore you owe them something, that something being your profits, your liberties and all the future decisions on your business. There is an element of truth in his statement but one that he would cringe upon hearing. Our European ancestors that he so virulently hates braved a seemingly endless ocean, storms and hostile inhabitants to secure the land that this business was eventually built on. Disease and famine almost destroyed their dreams. Pulpits proclaimed Christ and a people were born. Brilliant minds formulated this great American Experiment. Blood was shed in war after war securing this union and then defending it from tyranny. Americans died on battlefields, the sinking of their ships and the freefall of their aircrafts...all for security of their families and hence our families that would live in this land, work this land, and continue to defend it when necessary, but the highest form of thanksgiving is due for what happenned on a skull shaped hill outside of Jerusalem and a sepulcher carved out of rock. No Mr. Obama, those that came before us...not those who labor beside us... are the ones to be thanked, not with remuneration but through remembrance; but what is more important is that they built upon rock and not sand, that rock being Jesus Christ who guided our forefathers, had mercy upon them when they strayed which was often, strengthened them and gave them wisdom. And now Mr. Obama, you want to tear down and rebuild...on sand. If our economy is ever to be restored it won't be at the foot of a statue of Karl Marx nor will it be at the foot of a statue of Adam Smith that Mr. Romney would have us believe. It will be at the foot of an old rugged cross where we had our beginnings and without which we sail into a tempest with no rudder, no ballast to keep our ship of state upright and no Captain to bring order within the maelstrom that may soon engulf us.