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by OPOVV, ©2014
(Mar. 23, 2014) — Let’s say you’re driving down a country road, or maybe landing on an airstrip 100 clicks from Nowhereville, when all of a sudden you’re ambushed: plane all shot-up, pilot killed. You grab whatever is available and start shooting at everything that looks like it can shoot back: a rock, a tree, a bush. After a time you deduce that there are around 30 of them. You landed at dusk and now it’s night. You’re surrounded knowing that, come daylight, your number will surely be up. What to do?
Why, you attack, what else? You slowly and silently creep out from whatever you were hiding under, in, and behind and actively seek out all of the bad guys. After accounting for some 20 enemy dead, you have a pow-wow. You explain to the troops that there are some left over to hunt down and bring justice upon their souls. Everyone enthusiastically participates; after all, what’s the alternative?
Come morning, you and your men are still breathing and kicking, thanks to your relentless determination to not end up as a KIA. You took care of business, a business that was repeated on a daily basis in Vietnam. An everyday occurrence where uncommon valor was common, nothing to talk about, no big deal, don’t mean nothin’. Just did whatever it took to stay alive long enough to get out of there: “We got to get out of this place if it’s the last thing we ever do” became the hymn of the place, and the chorus was sung with gusto, intense feeling, teeth gnashing, fists clenched, and adrenaline flowing.
When the signers of the Declaration of Independence boldly wrote their names, they were fully aware of signing their Death Warrants. They fully knew the consequences of their actions: if caught, their immediate future consisted of swinging from the nearest hanging tree. Game over. This was not some lark, spontaneous adventure, capricious whim; this was, to put it bluntly, for keeps. The winning prize was Freedom; second place was the hangman’s noose.
Upon reading “The Seven Pillars of Wisdom,” the reader gleans one definitive fact: the patience of our enemy (Islam) is infinite. Couple patience with a virtually unlimited treasury overflowing with petrol dollars, and the combination is formative. The Communist indoctrination of today’s teachers and professors have paved the way for the introduction of a Constitutionally ineligible president. But it’s the attitude of these anti-Constitutionalists that is the most frightening of all, reminiscent of the denial of the Holocaust as it was happening. “No! They couldn’t! They wouldn’t!” Well, they did. Current events have a habit of becoming yesterday’s facts: welcome to the Holocaust Museum.
Whatever has happened in the past can happen again; all the past requires to raise its ugly head is to duplicate the same conditions: inflation (filled your car up lately? Gas prices doubled since Obama usurped the presidency); divided loyalties (impossible to be pro-Obama and pro-USA at the same time); lies becoming truths (he was born in Hawaii): and, perhaps the most telling, rats stealing as much as they can get away with (Stimulus Money) until the house of cards (lies) is finally exposed, but by then it may be too late. The cat will have left the bag and we’ll be introduced to “Martial Law” for “our protection” in the guise of “Turn in your weapons for a safer society.”
And that’ll be the day when you will either be an American or something else, maybe end up as a statistic in some future textbook under the heading of “Went to the Showers without a Peep.” Embrace the Second Amendment, because that’s the only thing that’s kept you alive thus far. And once it starts, it’s got to run its course: we can’t leave anyone unaccounted for. It’ll be back to the insanity: Freedom or death. They’ll been playing for keeps; you better be.
“The right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.” Memorize it. Live it.