It really never could happen here. Not to us, not to you- and especially not to me. Definitely not to me, not here, not now. I am insulated. I am free and in that freedom rests my safety.
How free must one feel to rest safely?
How safe must one feel to rest free?
I saw a documentary on cable about Cuba in the 1950’s. Near the end it stated the following:
“As they celebrate Castor’s triumphant charge they have no way of knowing that he, like Batista, will one day turn his back on Democracy and become the very thing he fought to depose- dictator of Cuba.”
Now I know that nothing like Batista-Castro is occurring or has occurred in this country but I found it interesting that, once again, the revolutionary becomes the dictator and the only thing that perhaps changes is the group of people in favor, perhaps also the group of people oppressed as well. But, in the end, it seems that the oppressed under Castro has become a larger group than that under Batista. Both proved themselves despicable dictators. And they both wore military garb did they not?
This is not new to those who know history and it was certainly known to those who founded this country, the United States of America. They read their history; they knew the devil in man’s nature and acted accordingly when configuring their Declaration, their Constitution. I do not say ours because I fear too many in this country today do not feel as if it is theirs. They want a new document, a new way, a new revolution, perhaps with a leader who will not shed the sheep’s clothing and reveal the wolf, the devil, within.
Or perhaps he will.
No, our founders knew there must be a rock-solid foundation that would be able to hold the house against all that would assail it. And that is why they created what they did. An absolute work of pure genius meant to withstand all that which good or bad intentioned men may contrive as a product of their thoughts and wills.
This is no longer taught to our children and neither realized nor appreciated by far too many adults today. The bedrock has been compromised and, so with it, all that rests upon it.
You may scoff, you may laugh, you may continue to ignore and trivialize but, then again, you may continue as well to be ignorant of history. They say that ignorance is bliss. Really?
You should read and you should learn- not what your teacher or your favorite news program tells you but as much as you can and from as many sources as possible. But you won’t will you?
They assure you that you need not do so and to that you listen. This is as those in power, throughout all of history, would have it be. Ignorance from self may be bliss but ignorance of others well, that is just raw power. Some might say absolute power. And from absolute power comes…
Wise up America, it may not be too late. Rise up America and realize that what you still have as fundamental and natural freedom is not due to those now in power but to the structure that was put in place so long ago. It is still a very good foundation and upon it may still be had a strong and worthy home that will outlast all of us for a long, long time.
Wise up; rise up. Are you too lazy? Are you too scared? Are you too ambivalent? Are you too ignorant or perhaps too blind to see? What is your excuse?
Oh, I see; you like what you have because it wasn’t hard to come by and there are just too many other important things on which to spend your time. No skin in the game eh?
Just a handout for your loyalty, a dollar for your soul; a promise for tomorrow if today you join my poll.
Or maybe you just think Castro is a dying breed and that wearing that Che Guevara tee is way cool. Do you know HIS history?
Maybe you should spend just a little time studying history and listening to the echoes of all those long-ago voices who simply said “yeah-yeah-yeah, but it really can’t happen here.”
And then maybe you might want to travel down to Miami wearing that Che tee in some of the Cuban neighborhoods. They can teach you some history and they’d be glad to relieve you of that nice, way-cool tee-shirt.
Wise up America- 2014 is coming.