I was watching Glenn Beck the other day, and he is promoting the idea of "reaching out" to political opponents, trying to find common ground and work together on things we agree on...and not allow this leviathan, lawless, divisive government to keep us estranged any longer.
As always, a noble Beck sentiment.
Here's my problem.
I'm happy to reach out to other good, patriotic Americans to help save our country. But anyone who supports Øbama simply cannot be a good, patriotic American.
Not possible.
To suggest that one can love Øbama and love America is like saying one can be a committed Christian and a Satanist.
Mutually exclusive.
Look, there are only two choices:
1) If you like Øbama because you don't know who he really is, you're not a good American, because you can't be bothered to stay informed about the most important issues that face our country. You're a crappy citizen.
2) If you KNOW who Øbama is, and like him, you are simply not an American at all. Since America is an IDEA, not a plot of land, if you reject the IDEA...you reject America.
You can't believe in collectivism, and a huge, intrusive government and claim to be an American. Again. Not possible. Contradiction in terms. Mutually exclusive.
If you understand that America is an IDEA...a collection of Truths, Ideals, and Liberties...
....ones that include small, Constitutionally limited government, a free market, and maximum individual liberties...
...then you cannot reject every one of those in practice...and call yourself an "American".
You are, in fact, by definition, Anti-American.
Which is precisely what Øbama is—as he has so ably demonstrated: Anti-American. No matter WHERE he was born.
And anyone who supports him is supporting Anti-Americanism.
And I just can't "reach out" to that.
Sorry Glenn.
Love you, brother, but....no.
/gun
Joebama American citizens 2024 print
2 years ago
The American Pioneer
Two hundred years ago you walked across this land
You held a small child by the hand.
No one caught you when you fell,
Or wept to see you fail.
You broke the soil, and lifted up the grain,
And left a trail to follow.
You shouldered a forest to build a cabin,
Log by Log by Log.
You had it done by winter so you made it through the cold.
When you lost your corn to Summer,
And you lost your child to Fall,
With no place to go for turning back
You stood, and took it tall.
Then another came, and then another,
Strong like you, then more,
To build a thousand cities
Where no city stood before.
You ached, and farmed the valley.
You strained, and mined the hill.
When hope died in your bosom,
It hardened into will.
You hammered a true nail.
You drew a straight plan.
You flew with the eagle.
And you bowed to no man.
by A. B. Curtiss
(from the poetry book Dragons Guard the Zoo