Waiting for political salvation.
In the long, extended decline of the nation.
Conservatives scammed by the Republican Party have spent half a lifetime waiting.
The Catholics and Evangelicals have waited. The citizens who form the financial base of the NRLC and the NRA and all the ancillary organizations with an “R” in their acronyms…
…the think tanks and interest groups have waited.
Scattered remnants of a hundred awakenings, mangled and bleeding, still alive on the fields of their defeats, stir and moan, abandoned to America’s oncoming twilight.
The aging Republican regulars who remember the 1980 election and the three-network-media-monopoly and Firing Line and the ride of the Gipper to save us all, have waited as their hair turns grey…
But Mind Control has not buried us. The Children of the Damned, emerged from the cursed schools, clothing still smouldering. Those who survived the grassroots killing fields of Lew Moore and Jessie Benton are, miraculously, still alive to fight for Liberty. Dazed and confused by the sell-out, they stand, nevertheless, undefeated and waiting.
The Watchmen sent so many decades ago, stand exhausted in the armor of their legacy, undefeated, ragged and battered, not knowing…
Will we lose this rare jewel?
The freest, most prosperous nation
in three thousand years?
Only its outline remains even now. A whole Generation now disbelieves in its existence.
It is time for us…
…time to emerge, transformed.
Emerge, now, from the fires of slander and persecution, emerge from the swamp of self-doubt, renewed. Old things are passed away for us, we have died to them. We have overcome, by shed blood, all desire for the worldly kingdoms: the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eye, and the pride of life.
We have forsaken them. We have left the dead to bury themselves.
Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire?
Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt…
And it doth not yet appear what we shall be.
Thus saith the Lord God;
Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live. …behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts. Therefore prophesy and say unto them, Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, O my people, I will open your graves, and cause you to come up out of your graves…
So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived, and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army.