- Law Cases
by One Pissed-off Vietnam Vet, ©2012, Presidential Candidate
(Apr. 9, 2012) — Thanks for joining us around the campfire. We’ve got hot dogs and the fixings, marshmallows to spare, so go right ahead and help yourself. Cold drinks and beer are in the cooler. Pick a spot and make yourself at home. All set? Great.
I’ll tell you a story, a true story that happened to me while in uniform at an airport, but not one in the US. I’m not saying that it was a conscious decision, but it so happened that all of us American servicemen, and one woman, a Lt. RN, all managed to congregate in one specific area while awaiting different flights, times, and destinations. Maybe it was because of the language, because it sure wasn’t due to any particular service since they were all represented, and there was no segregation of officers and enlisted, or race. There were also a number of civilians who were later discovered to be Americans, too. So it just came to pass that all the Americans were waiting for rides at one location, in one area of one concourse.
Enter the Mob, twenty or so hooligans hell-bent on beating up, perhaps robbing, certainly maiming and maybe a killing, every American (at least those in uniform) at the airport early one morning in a place far away. We heard them chanting before we saw them, and when we did see them they were all armed with knives and metal rods, and were serious in their intent. The airport security was nowhere in sight. Crunch time.
I’m not saying I’m special in any way; anybody could have done what I did, and most likely many of them were going to do exactly what I did. I stood up and said, “Everyone stand, form a line, and do it now.” Everyone stood, and those in the back came and stood alongside of us in the front, and we were one line, men and women, older and younger, white and black, officers and enlisted, but we were all Americans, standing side by side, unyielding. The Mob came around the corner and were met with a determination that surprised them for, in a heartbeat, the chanting stopped. If they thought we were going to cower and run, they were sadly mistaken.
Silence. Two opposing forces, one armed, but the other side, our side, was also armed. We were armed with the spirit of “the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air.” We were armed with the spirit of the Alamo, with the history of our brave men and women who made America what she became, husbands and wives carving a new nation out of the wilderness, braving Indian attacks and a killing thirst traveling in a covered wagon across the prairie, but the thirst wasn’t for water; it was the unending thirst for freedom, freedom to choose, freedom from want, freedom to live as you please, living by The Golden Rule as Jesus taught us in the Bible. It was they who cowed, who turned and walked away, in silence.
We are a nation of warriors, and our Ark of the Covenant is called the United States Constitution, a document that endures because we Americans endure, men and women, from every corner of the earth, making a land “conceived in liberty”: that is our Covenant, so help us God. We, the legal citizens of America, are a mighty force, a force for Good over Evil, Right over Wrong, Right over Might. We will prevail, not because we should, but because we can. We wish to promote Freedom of Speech, of Assembly, to be Armed to protect our families from Dark Forces, people who fear Freedom of Thought and Freedom of Expression. Israel is the beacon of Freedom for the Mid-East, and America is the beacon of Freedom for the World. I’m asking each and every one of you to stand with me, to form a line, shoulder to shoulder, and defeat our enemy: de facto president Obama, his goons, and the hoards of Muslims, starting with those within our borders. And I’m asking that you stand with me now.
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