I love the process of writing; I truly do. I love sitting down in front of a blank computer screen and taking seemingly unconnected ideas and weaving them together in a manner that seems both logical, and easy to read. I’m not sure how successful I am in my efforts, unless I get a lot of positive feedback, but I do enjoy the effort.
But sometimes I sit here and wonder, why me? What I mean by that is why was I chosen to bear this awful responsibility to see beyond the lies and deceptions, and then share that knowledge with a people who, quite honestly, could care less about what I have to say? Why me?
I’m just an average guy, no better and no worse than anyone else, so why did God give me the ability to see through the lies, the propaganda, the utter bullshit that spews from the lips of so many, and both see, and have the courage to accept, the truth. Did I win a raffle up in heaven or something, or was this my destiny all along; to be one who was chosen to spread the truth to an ungrateful and unappreciative people?
I often feel as Moses must have when the Lord chose him to lead His people out of bondage; when Moses cried about his own inadequacy. Or possibly it is more like the prophet Isaiah who was chosen to spread the Lords word, but then told that the people would be unreceptive; that he wasn’t speaking to everyone, only a remnant; and that he might never know whom his words touched.
Now in no way am I comparing myself to those men who did the Lord’s work, I’m only saying I somehow relate to how they must have felt when they were given that awesome responsibility.
What confounds me beyond my ability to describe is how so few people in this country care about the fact that their liberty is slowly, but surely, being stripped away from them by the very entity their ancestors established to safeguard and protect that liberty – their government. It seems that all people care about is what that government can do to make their lives safer, more comfortable, and more secure than they do the animating contest for liberty.
I think we ought to rename the two political parties; calling them the Gimme Party, and the Gimme More Than The Other Guy Party; for candidates from both parties offer up promises to do things for them; everything except the one thing they are supposed to do – defend and protect the liberty of those they represent.
I truly fear for my country and what is in store for it if the people do not see that their blind obedience and acceptance of government, no matter what that government does, is the law, and that they must obey it.
Our country was established as an independent nation of 13 distinct sovereign and independent States by men who were far more intelligent, and for the most part, God-fearing than any this country has produced in the past 150 years. We, as Americans, have forsaken the very principles this country was founded upon and our own personal greed and slothfulness has led us to become dependent upon government for all manner of things at the cost of our own personal freedom.
Our Founders would be both saddened and disgusted with us.
In 1785 James Madison wrote of the character of those who resisted the tyranny of King George III, saying, “The freemen of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise, and entangled the question in precedents. They saw all the consequences in the principle, and they avoided the consequences by denying the principle.”
How much usurpation of undelegated power are we going to tolerate before we exhibit even the slightest amount of disdain and concern? How much of our freedom are we going to allow government to deprive us of before we decide it’s time for a little civil disobedience?
Patrick Henry, at least in my honest opinion, was the absolute loudest voice in defense of liberty this country has ever seen. Sure, Samuel Adams, John Hancock, Thomas Paine and Thomas Jefferson have their rightful places as proponents of liberty, but in my mind they fall short of the steadfast devotion to liberty exhibited by Patrick Henry.
Most people are totally unaware that Patrick Henry vehemently opposed the proposed Constitution presented by the delegates of the Philadelphia Convention of 1787. On June 5, 1788 Mr. Henry arose and delivered an all day long speech, all from his heart, listing but some of his complaints against this proposed system of government. One of my favorite passages from that speech goes as follows, “Will the abandonment of your most sacred rights tend to the security of your liberty? Liberty, the greatest of all earthly blessings-give us that precious jewel, and you may take every thing else: But I am fearful I have lived long enough to become an fellow: Perhaps an invincible attachment to the dearest rights of man, may, in these refined, enlightened days, be deemed old fashioned: If so, I am contented to be so: I say, the time has been when every pore of my heart beat for American liberty, and which, I believe, had a counterpart in the breast of every true American.”
I relate to that because I too feel that I am sometimes alone in caring that my government has stolen the precious jewel of liberty from me; often with the support and applause of the people of this country. While I know that I am not alone in my concern, it sometimes feels like it seeing as how I’m stuck behind enemy lines in California where ignorance, apathy, and the preponderance for socialism run rampant.
Few people, at least few that I know, have the desire or inclination to spend a few minutes, let alone hours, every day reading the writings of those who fought for America’s independence, or those who argued both for and against the ratification of our constitution. God forbid I ask that they turn off their TV’s, their iPhones, their personal computers and pick up a book that might teach them something; that’s simply too much to ask of people these enlightened days. No, the people want their news and information spoon fed to them in easily digestible 30 second sound bites and bullet statements; they don’t have the time, nor the education, to make heads or tails out of the lengthy writings of Jefferson and Locke; not to hundreds of pages of the debates of the various State Ratifying Assemblies.
Yet people have the unmitigated gall, the audacity to say that they are informed voters, that they know and understand their system of government, and are making wise choices when going to the polls to cast their votes. I have been studying these subjects for nearly 20 years now and I’ve barely scratched the surface; I continue to find new things that I was completely unaware of. Yet you, who cannot even explain to me what each article of the constitution says, think you’re informed. Give me a break, would you?
In 1823 Thomas Jefferson, in a letter to William Johnson, wrote, “On every question of construction (of the Constitution) let us carry ourselves back to the time when the Constitution was adopted, recollect the spirit of the debates, and instead of trying what meaning may be squeezed out of the text, or invented against it, conform to the probable one in which it was passed.”
We, as Americans living in 2019, have strayed so far from the spirit of those debates that, for one to even mention how those participating in them felt, is as if we are speaking in a foreign language; the people are simply incapable of wrapping their heads around complicated thoughts such as the difference between a federal and a national system of government, or how the constitution consolidated the States under a supreme federal head; thereby laying the groundwork for their eventual dissolution as sovereign political entities.
I’m not going to lie, it took me a very long time for me to be able to wrap my head around the things I was reading; but I stuck it out by reading, re-reading, and re-reading those things until they began to make sense to me. Something inside drove me to do this; it was as if my mind was being controlled by a higher power and I was unable to resist its influence. I would much rather have gone fishing, or glued my butt to a couch and watched mindless drivel on the TV, but something told me this is more important; the preservation of your liberty is more important than being entertained.
That is why I truly believe that I was chosen for this task; that it is my calling and my purpose here on Earth. Now that I’ve been doing it for two decades I find that I enjoy it; but it sure took me a long time to reach that point. I enjoy finding little snippets of information that change how I felt about a subject, or prove that something I was taught in school was a lie. It makes my day when I learn something new; it gives my life meaning and purpose to seek out the truth.
Now whether or not I’m effective in sharing what I have learned with others is another story altogether. I never know who reads my rants unless I get an e-mail or a comment on Facebook about them. All I know is that I feel that I MUST keep writing whether I’m read by one, or read by millions of people.
Deep down I know that the true problem in this country is not a problem with government or political parties, it is a spiritual and moral problem; we have forsaken what it means to be God-fearing people and we are suffering the consequences for our inequities.
Thomas Jefferson once wrote, “God who gave us life gave us liberty. And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure if we have removed their only firm basis: a conviction in the minds of men that these liberties are the gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with His wrath? Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that His justice cannot sleep forever.”
The Bible gives us the solution, if we would just listen, “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
But we have kicked God out of our lives, out of our schools and out of our hearts. Many profess to be God-fearing, but then they support measures that violate the right to life itself; abortion, or deprive others of God’s gift of liberty to all men.
Our pastors and priests tell us that we must obey the laws our government enacts, but the pastors of America in 1776 often delivered fiery sermons calling upon the congregation to oppose the actions of the government of Great Britain; I can provide you with a few of them if you don’t believe me. Known as the Black Robed Brigade, these men of God spoke about liberty and our duty to resist it with all our being. Quite unlike the pastors who preach today and teach their congregation to submit to government; just to protect their precious tax exempt status.
I have been told that I often tread on dangerous ground, that the things I write and say might be considered sedition, or treason even. Gee whiz, I wonder what Samuel Adams and Patrick Henry would say about such cowardice; about how people are so afraid that their government might not like what they were saying about their crimes against the people they are supposed to be representing?
Had our Founders exhibited such cowardice they would have turned in their guns on April 19, 1775 instead of standing there armed to the teeth ready to resist their governments attempts to confiscate those arms. Had our Founders exhibited the cowardice and submissive attitude most people today call patriotism, we would still be eating fish n chips and singing God Save the Queen.
I’m sorry if this comes across as sounding angry and hostile, but the fact is that I am angry. No, I’m downright pissed off that people refuse to accept the truth when there are mounds of evidence backing it up. I’m pissed off because people accept that it is okay to violate my rights if the public good is somehow served by it. I’m pissed off that upwards of 40% of my earnings are stolen from me, to be spent upon things I know are unconstitutional. I’m pissed off that probably 99% of the people don’t care; that they would rather sit in the comfort of their homes playing video games, watching mindless drivel on their TV’s while their government runs rampant over their freedom.
You’re damned right I’m angry, and I’m gonna stay angry until people start pulling their heads out of their ass in record numbers and stop supporting tyrants, criminals and political prostitutes who sell their souls to corporate and special interests at the cost of my freedom.
You say, that’s not very Christian of you Neal. Well, I suppose maybe you may be right. But then again Christ Himself became a little bit upset, overturning the tables of the money changers, when He saw how they had polluted His Father’s house. So I think I’m entitled to a bit of anger; after all I’m only human.
But I do have to tell you, the load often feels too much of a burden for a mere mortal such as myself. I do believe that there is a higher power directing and guiding me; for far too often when I am confounded, lacking in inspiration, or simply feeling overwhelmed, out of the blue someone will say something that lifts my spirits or inspires me to try harder.
I don’t believe this is consequence, I believe it is providence. And since I was feeling somewhat down today, I find it uplifting that someone else posted something, the words of which hit me in what can only be described as a physical blow.
I will close by sharing what my friend Michaele Walker posted on Facebook this morning:
I drop my sword and cry for just awhile. Cause deep inside this armour the warrior is just a child.
I too find myself crying, not externally, but internally. I cry for just a little bit of common sense, I cry for a little bit of love for liberty, and a little bit of courage to come back into the hearts and minds of the people of this country. I weep inside when I see what is happening, and how people simply don’t seem to care. But I know that is part of the burden I have been saddled with. I also know that if I remain true to the cause I will be rewarded; either in this life or the one thereafter.
For as Thomas Paine said, “THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.”