The following was posted last December. People like Ted Cruz, Dinesh D'Souza, Donald Trump, and Sarah Palin have to be torn down by the Left in this country who cannot win elections based on facts, reason or common sense...or even fair elections. Much of the American public is an easy mark to these nefarious strategies that have also been put in play now by the Ruling Class...Republican Establishment Branch.
This once great country, this long-time 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.
The following vignette of a post was written in 2012. It depicts a man raising our flag and later lowering it. Donald Trump would not be my choice for the Republican nomination....it would be Ted Cruz.....but I feel compelled to describe the people whose choice he would be, the vast majority of which anyway who are tired of being lied to, deceived, used and discarded as trash if they so much as question the ruling class of this nation or the party elites; and the man I imagined in this post titled America.... Free.... Free Fallin' might fit that bill perfectly. So please indulge me for a few more paragraphs:
The gentleman in question is about 70 years old. He got his drivers license on the day that John Kennedy was inaugurated our 35th president. He enlisted in the army when Americans were first learning how to pronounce the word Saigon. He marched with wet boots in rice paddies and swatted bamboo from his face in the sweltering heat, firing on the communist butchers when he saw them and taking fire himself, and walks with a distinct limp from that enemy fire to this day. He served two tours in this land of beautiful people who were fighting for their lives. It's he that a Fox News commentator today alluded to along with Donald Trump as....."representing the worst, darkest part of all that is America."
That limp didn't stop him from delivering mail in urban American cities for 40 years, calling all the kids by their first names, checking on the elderly if their mail was not picked up and delivering letters mailed by himself on occasion, envelops with a few twenties in them....anonymously...to people who he could see were needy. It's he that the great pretender of a statesman Lindsey Graham says has "an appetite for bigotry and exclusion.
This man has raised five children in a God fearing home, all of whom love their country, work hard and obey the laws of the land yet he is being stripped of dignity by those who have none for themselves, dragged into the public square and accused of that which he worked his whole life to eradicate....intolerance, injustice and hate.
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 (Zech 10:2.) 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.
