Let all who should read this consider carefully the words spoken here. If you count yourself among those that should hold these ideas dear, I ask that you share these words far and wide.
Let us – once and for all – unite in the common defense of our beloved Republic.
Consider this: What you are seeing, unspoken by most, understood by few, yet present in all of us; an unspoken understanding that we are on an inexorable march to war. This is not a war that any of us wish for. You see, we have witnessed the slow demise of all that we hold dear – one issue at a time. This has been a calculated assault that has marched to an inevitable conclusion for nearly 60 years.
The frustration you feel is rooted in an unspoken understanding that the Statists intend to see this war through to the bitter end. You have watched as they lament the evils of one belief at a time – always the greatest evil society has ever known. Yet, upon the securing of victory they seem to find yet one more grave evil.
There are not many grave evils left my friends – until our very existence becomes the gravest evil of them all. This is what so many now seem to understand, even if it yet remains a mystery to them. You see, it is unmistakable now. You can only experience so many battles before you begin understand that your enemy means to annihilate you and all that you stand for. With each call to compromise comes the bitter realization that all we have really gained is yet one more call to compromise.
You find yourself looking around in utter disbelief – how did it ever come to this? You no longer recognize our new landscape of compromise. This once beautiful land has been defaced with the scars of a cultural war and the craters of Statist munitions designed to remake all that we believe.
No, it is a hard thing to comprehend. There is truly an enemy of all we hold dear. They truly seek to destroy all that we have embraced. They shall never stop until all that they seek is achieved. Let me be clear that all should understand – the Statist means to secure total, unrelenting victory; nothing less is acceptable to them. They WILL drive us to war to achieve their desires, regardless of the cost.
That is the frustration you feel. It is the bitter, unspoken realization that we have no choice in the things to come. We have no choice because we are not those that drive this moral decline.
It is the Statist. They mean to finish what they have started – whether we want it or not. So, my friends – we find ourselves at a crossroads. Where do we go from here?
If they shall strive to victory then we have but two very simple choices; surrender or die. It is that simple. This is so because the Statist has made their choice. There are no other options for them. They are imminently close to final victory now. They cannot stop, they dare not stop – they must not stop. Our blood is in the water and they mean to finish us. Their morally bankrupt Utopia is but one dead God away from realization. We are dying my friends – and our enemy knows this. They mean to see it through. The question you must now answer is “Why am I here?” Have you given thoughtful consideration to this? Does the world need to burn that you should realize something is wrong? You look upon the outside world and you see the things of daily life. You lay your eyes upon the buildings, businesses, banks and occupations. It is as it has been for years. Your eyes deceive you my friends. It is the hardest of things to deny the physical reality laid bare before your very eyes. One cannot bear the thought that all may soon be lost.
Yet that is where we find ourselves. Let us now turn from those divisions that should end our drive to restore the Republic. Let the Christian and the Jew stand shoulder to shoulder. For we share a common bond in the inheritance of our Father Abraham and His Majesty King David. Let the Patriot stand with the Christian and the Jew. For we all hold these truths to be self evident – that we are endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights. Among these being life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Let the Atheist stand with them all – for if this battle is lost you shall be forced to bow low to a god before men. You shall worship him or perish. He shall hold no regard for your love of logic and reason for he loves naught but power. Let all who hold issue stand united. Our differences are not so great that our children should be exterminated for them. Let us all stand on but one common bond – the bond of liberty that we should once more see a day when we may debate the merits of all we hold dear. Let us endeavor to set aside those things that should divide us that a more noble purpose finds its victory. Let us stand, brother and sister, comrades all – that should desire liberty above all things.
Unto the very cost of our lives.
I can no longer find the faults that once divided me from a brother of different regard so long as the Republic stands foremost in our conscience. I am a man of the Most High God, yet he is a God that loves all men that should lay their lives down that others may live.
I shall honor him and stand that our beloved Republic should remain a land of freedom that I might speak openly of his works and salvation. I shall honor him and stand for our beloved Republic that my brothers and sisters may choose but a different path. That the right to choose shall remain the domain of all men.
For if we fail to stand as one, I assure we shall fall as many. It shall be the blood of our children that stain the halls of a nation once proud – now passed away into the fires of time and a bitter memory of what once was.
Let not our differences serve to separate us and defile that which we hold sacred. Let us set aside all that should serve as stumbling block – so long as it shall be replaced by a singular love of liberty and the call of service in defense of our dying Republic.
Let that decision come soon as these days grow short.
There is little left of the land we once called “Liberty”.
Shall it be our hands that bleed that last vestiges of life from her?
Victory or death – Lucius Sulla