One theme that has been present from the beginning in these posts
has been that there are a number of nefarious entities essentially
trying to take command of this world. One of those would be the
globalist agenda where the super-rich live and operate in a different
dimension. They care not about ideologies as long as they have the power
of the purse strings. It's not that they wish to be tyrants....rather
it's that they wish to retain their great riches and become even
richer...and must therefore become tyrants. The second of many groups
would the communist. They knew in advance that they must be tyrants in
order to succeed, in fact it is the bloodlust of the tyrant that they
thrive upon and crave more of.
These entities have dealt with many obstacles in their quest over the decades, even centuries as in the case of the super-rich, successful in just about every area of the world with the glaring exception of traditional, patriotic, God-fearing...Americans. There have been ups and downs in this battle with...us. Things went very bad for them with Ronald Reagan. The big-government evolution into a one-world government agenda was stopped in its tracks while communism was gravely wounded then falsely reported as deceased.
A general in the globalist agenda, and Reagan's own vice-president out of necessity, replaced him in our White House. A competing globalist, Bill Clinton, defeated him before the Bush wing regained the advantage. The most recent development was yesterday's demotion of Jeb Bush, who was reluctantly replaced by the novitiate of Marco Rubio.
As for the communists, they retreated to lick their wounds and have returned stronger than ever under the people pleasing penumbra of Marxism where totalitarianism is obscured. They have the most powerful of allies in the Roman Catholic Jesuit Pope Francis I and the Marxist...and who knows what else....Barack Hussein Obama. These two entities, the globalist and the Marxist, have united temporarily in this most recent of battles against the remnant of America's heritage.
As I have written for much longer than these seven plus years of posts, the Jeffersonian American would never give in to tyrannies of any sort. They might bend but not break. They have been resurrected of late but the problem is that the Resurrection has not been resurrected in their minds. Rather than falling on their knees and seeking the forgiveness and mercies of God, they want only a strong earthly king.
The following is my immediate response to the South Carolina primary. It has nothing to do with results... but rather the deluded dependence on those results denuded of the real strength that this republic once possessed.
America you are old and wrinkled. Your vigor is gone.
Your bootstraps have come undone.
You need help to walk the hills to smell the hibiscus,
but your progeny has abandoned you, forsaken their heritage,
and made you a laughing stock and a curse.
Your once rigorous mind reaches for memories,
but only grabs onto a recurring nightmare...
of violence and blasphemy.
Your prodigious redwoods now tower over swamps of unrighteousness...
your Grand Canyon soon to be filled with tears.
But you know nothing of these ills,
for you live within and in front of a flat screen on your wall.
Have you not noticed the stench that covers the honeysuckle...
and smoke that blinds you
to the blue mountains and white fields of wheat...
pleading for harvest?
Your churches sparkle like white-washed tombs,
their outside solid as the day that the stone masons laid them,
but hollow as a crypt awaiting a corpse.
Your songs have no melody,
your poems no rhyme,
and your art no beauty.
Your proud caretakers have grown old...and died off,
with no one to replace them.
Your industriousness has waned,
your muscle withered,
your vision dimmed.
The light of God who formed you, the light that guided you,
has been taken way,
leaving you in the darkness of your own mind.
But you know nothing of this,
for you have the soundtrack of a movie to play,
the canned laughter of a hit television show,
and the cheers of filled arenas...
to drown out the sirens and warnings.
These entities have dealt with many obstacles in their quest over the decades, even centuries as in the case of the super-rich, successful in just about every area of the world with the glaring exception of traditional, patriotic, God-fearing...Americans. There have been ups and downs in this battle with...us. Things went very bad for them with Ronald Reagan. The big-government evolution into a one-world government agenda was stopped in its tracks while communism was gravely wounded then falsely reported as deceased.
A general in the globalist agenda, and Reagan's own vice-president out of necessity, replaced him in our White House. A competing globalist, Bill Clinton, defeated him before the Bush wing regained the advantage. The most recent development was yesterday's demotion of Jeb Bush, who was reluctantly replaced by the novitiate of Marco Rubio.
As for the communists, they retreated to lick their wounds and have returned stronger than ever under the people pleasing penumbra of Marxism where totalitarianism is obscured. They have the most powerful of allies in the Roman Catholic Jesuit Pope Francis I and the Marxist...and who knows what else....Barack Hussein Obama. These two entities, the globalist and the Marxist, have united temporarily in this most recent of battles against the remnant of America's heritage.
As I have written for much longer than these seven plus years of posts, the Jeffersonian American would never give in to tyrannies of any sort. They might bend but not break. They have been resurrected of late but the problem is that the Resurrection has not been resurrected in their minds. Rather than falling on their knees and seeking the forgiveness and mercies of God, they want only a strong earthly king.
The following is my immediate response to the South Carolina primary. It has nothing to do with results... but rather the deluded dependence on those results denuded of the real strength that this republic once possessed.
America you are old and wrinkled. Your vigor is gone.
Your bootstraps have come undone.
You need help to walk the hills to smell the hibiscus,
but your progeny has abandoned you, forsaken their heritage,
and made you a laughing stock and a curse.
Your once rigorous mind reaches for memories,
but only grabs onto a recurring nightmare...
of violence and blasphemy.
Your prodigious redwoods now tower over swamps of unrighteousness...
your Grand Canyon soon to be filled with tears.
But you know nothing of these ills,
for you live within and in front of a flat screen on your wall.
Have you not noticed the stench that covers the honeysuckle...
and smoke that blinds you
to the blue mountains and white fields of wheat...
pleading for harvest?
Your churches sparkle like white-washed tombs,
their outside solid as the day that the stone masons laid them,
but hollow as a crypt awaiting a corpse.
Your songs have no melody,
your poems no rhyme,
and your art no beauty.
Your proud caretakers have grown old...and died off,
with no one to replace them.
Your industriousness has waned,
your muscle withered,
your vision dimmed.
The light of God who formed you, the light that guided you,
has been taken way,
leaving you in the darkness of your own mind.
But you know nothing of this,
for you have the soundtrack of a movie to play,
the canned laughter of a hit television show,
and the cheers of filled arenas...
to drown out the sirens and warnings.