Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Our Soldiers and Your Obligations
This is not meant as a condemnation of anyone, but just food for thought. And it is certainly not meant for the ObamaFake die-hards out in the field – literally – getting the word out about the forgery in the physical world every day in ways that give each of their voice the power to reach hundreds of thousands.This is meant those who have yet to raise their hands.
Are you comfortable?
It’s summer and it goes without saying that this outdoor season has been badly marred by a President who by a seeming combination of incompetence and intent, has decimated the economy in a way that now hits an official milestone: if the S&P downgrade rating is the barometer, then this is the worst economy for America in the history of this nation. No, liberal ideologues, it isn’t Bush’s fault – things took a slight dip after the democrat’s disastrous demands of the country’s major lending agencies, sending Fanny Mae et al into default during Bush – but it was nothing like this. No, this belongs to Obama, every miserable, penny-pinching, barely-get-food-on-the-table-by-the-millions moment of it.
Sometimes it seems as if only prayer will save us from the “Hope and Change” his administration as wrought.
But still, right now, are you physically comfortable? Reasonably well-fed for the time being, the chair not too much of a difficulty if you have a bad back? The chances are you can’t complain too much about that. Now think about something as you sit at your computer instead of spreading the word about Obama’s birth certificate in the immediate, physical world around you: Some of us have made it into middle-age. Yet who died on the beaches and jungles and frozen forests of other countries to protect us from the very threats of communism and subjugation and ruin of the economy that threatens us on this very day? Who died for us far way? Kids, by comparison to us, today: teenagers. Men in their early 20's. Not all square-jawed heroes, but many if not most so oh-so-very average by societal standards - short, fat, skinny, you-name-it - that with the social mores of the past, often never even having kissed a girl before dying for our liberty. Laying for moments or even minutes in searing pain, face down, hoping for help but terrified it would not come, quietly calling out for a friend or parent to save them, because they had not yet someone in their lives outside of their birth family who said, "I love you", and the terror that they were just nothing more in the world than a number assigned to a task as life left them.
That's a hell of a lot to give for people who today mostly sit on their expanding rears, typing away like know-it-alls but rarely raising their voices to say, "Today I did this." And is that "this" dying on a battlefield, or losing a limb, or dealing with psychological trauma from a physical experience no one who has not lived it can know? No. All we're asking you to do in the comfort of your own home or out in the summer sun on a day in which your own trauma may be nothing more than the price of gas, is to stamp a few bills and get some flyers out. Maybe let go some balloons. Balloons. Flyers. A stamp on a bill, to talk to your fellow Americans in ways that reach them by the thousands because the media is complicit and will see to it that all those young men who died so very young gave that ultimate sacrifice in vein.
Is your comfort and recreation time, those of you have have not yet raised your hand, so critical that you can forget those incalculable number of dead kids who died so you could live free and well and long? They gave up all those things for you. Their death at the moment was as real and genuine as the moment now in which you are reading this. Would you give so great a sacrifice? Is it so much to ask you to get up out of that chair and do a little something besides sound off on a message board, cheerlead, jeer and pontificate while more kids are out on the field right now under a commander-in-chief who may not only be legally unauthorized to give a single order, but would not pass the most basic clearance test were he not, in fact, the President.
If you have not yet stepped up and said, "I am doing and have done this or that", now is the time, because time is running short.
They died for you. Is a little physical effort today too much to ask to even begin to repay their sacrifice?
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