Siri.....Will Hillary Be Indicted?

         I wasn't planning on seeing the movie but it was given such bad reviews, reviews that were almost dripping with venom, that I thought.....OK....if the liberal media hates it that much it's probably good, plus....London is one of my favorite cities and is a city that was so important in not only spreading the Gospel but in restoring it.
         London Has Fallen is the film. Terrorists plan to change the world and they plan to do so through destroying London, not with a nuclear device but by putting so many terrorists in bobbies uniforms that they can not only bring down landmarks but kill world leaders gathered for a state funeral at the same time, their prime target the President of the United States.
         The first half of the film is drama like a Clint Eastwood or Harrison Ford movie where the hero is a Secret Service agent. The rest is more Arnold Schwarzenegger. The aerial photography of London is very good and in spite of the criticism I thought the special effects were realistic, although I haven't gone to many of those type of films.
         This post is not a film review. The film itself is a lead-in to what I have to say. London has fallen...past tense...and America is about to. Since we the American people are so sports minded, I'll put it this way...In the biggest come-from-behind upset of all time...Communism has defeated its archrival America. This war is only beginning to reach the media, so let me switch from sports to political jargon....with four percent of the vote in...CNN has named Communism the winner.
         Lest you think that my comments are trite, I have to ask you to consider the topic matter from these posts of over seven years. Actually my admittedly weak efforts in writing go back into the 1990s where I agonized for America's future, at times pleading for people to wake up. My comments today are for effect only...my eyes are as moist as ever.
         If by any chance you subscribe to XM Satellite Radio, tune in to channel 125 at 6 AM on a weekday when Breitbart begins its daily call-in talk show.  What you will hear is one informed and intelligent caller after another. If this were America we would not be about to go over the falls, but this is not America, or enough of it anyway. We are more Modern Family, Super Bowl Sunday and Saturday Night Live. We don't even care to know anything about communism.
          A week or so ago I texted my wife on my iPhone...."Siri...text my wife...are you at work right now?" Siri replied...."OK Special Dog...I'm texting your wife...are you." She missed at work right now. With my rapier quick mind I jumped back in...."no...are you...at...work...right...now?  Siri's reply to me was..."We're talking about you Special Dog....not me." I felt like I made a pass at Siri and got rejected. My point...at least Siri doesn't lie. Hillary Clinton....another mechanical voice... is hard-wired to lie! This is America.

         I bring back the following post often:

America....Free....Free Fallin'

  The following was first posted in January of 2012. I have republished it over a dozen times and even as I read it today my hands comes up to my eyes as if to suppress the forming of a tear. Not because of the words but of what they describe. This once great country, this bastion of freedom and liberty, this defender of the weak whose people over centuries openly proclaimed the glory of God and total sovereignty of His very being over all of creation......this country has been ransacked and pillaged....its heritage plundered and mocked.....and much too high of a percentage of its people dulled and defenseless in their lack of discernment and wisdom.     

America.....Free.....Free Fallin'

          Dawn breaks and pull by pull the flag rises until its stars and stripes blend into the red sky. The 21st century America cold front collides with the warm heritage of American liberty. Dark clouds form above the eagle perched atop the pole and the flag snaps as the winds begin another day of adding to the tatters and waiting for the rain that month by month fades the blue and red hues that Americans have savored as the taste of freedom for so long.

          An icy chill settles in the bones of the one raising the flag for he knows that its stars and stripes will be indiscernible before long. He looks down to see if the cracks in the foundation supporting the pole have widened from the tremors that increasingly shake America...they have. He steps back, standing as erect as he can under the burden of seeing his nation collapse, and salutes; a tear forming as he knows that he may be the last to perform this duty. His mind wanders from, first... the drum and piper escorting the newly created flag, to the inspiration for Francis Scott Key's poem, to the charging Union soldier picking up the banner dropped by a fallen comrade in arms, to the lifting of the flagpole on Mt. Suribachi, to the camo flag on the fatigues of the grunt in Vietnam, to the brilliant contrast of red, white and blue with the gray mountain of fallen steel, brick and mortar of the World Trade Center, to the lone flag now raised in the Green Zone of Baghdad.

          In only a few hours cheers and shouts will be heard off in the distance, not for returning heroes, not as a President passes by, not as a war ends in victory but for the beginning of a football game. The     Star Spangled Banner will play and be sung by the latest celebrity seeking a national spotlight but not a word of its lyrics will resonate with the power it had since Fort McHenry. We are not as the Roman Empire falling, we are as the Roman Empire beginning whose gods are numerous, whose Caesars consolidate powers given by a populace that only wants another day at the Coliseum. God's hand is being lifted and the exhilaration of choosing our own destiny emboldens us to stare into the eyes of Caesar and say not, "Give me liberty or give me death" but "Give me liberty to choose my own death." All the while the remaining Christians gather in their catacombs wondering if God's mercies on America are over; imploring of Him one more time for America to be a beacon to the nations, a people that not only openly proclaim Jesus Christ as the Savior of mankind but evidence the beneficence, mercy, majesty, power and glory of Him who created the universe and without whom not one molecule would continue to exist.

          It was a marvel and a wonder while it existed in its original form....these United States of America, but now they are afflicted for lack of a shepherd. They are a people once different as night and day in their habits and their speech that bonded together as a new entity...Americans, freed from the tyranny of kings, freed from serfdom and most importantly freed from the lie that man is the master of his fate, the captain of his soul, but that freedom, once defended, is now merely petted in the lap of luxury, "Free" as the famous rocker penned..."Free Fallin'." The American Creed, never spoken but always evident, is now but a liberal screed against God, against tradition, and against history itself.

          The sun, obscured throughout the day by clouds, sets in the West. The rain that would normally give life to the fields, runs off of the frozen, barren and lifeless ground. The flag is lowered and gently folded into the shape of a tri-cornered hat, one of the last vestiges that remain of the fight for independence. No Taps is heard, only the music of the night coming from wherever the revelers gather after the game. The winds die down, no longer needed, for the flag has been taken down, while angels sent by God prepare to blow their trumpets!