We are now France

Ever wonder why the French wear white underwear? In case they have to surrender quickly, they’ll be ready. Well America, with the election of a tried and true radical socialist it’s safe to say we’re French toast.

Who would have thought that the continent inhabited by Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson and Andrew Jackson would turn into such a sniveling, spoiled, politically correct, spine incontinent, needy stepchild of King George the 8Th, this land of Daniel Boone, the Alamo, Pearl Harbor and the great westward migration.

A land founded upon rugged individualism, entrepreneurial activism, great inventions and freedom; this country born by patriots, strong and devout men, rigid morals and love of God. A place where country placed ahead of self and self interest. A continent rigidly clinging to the American neighborhood from coast to coast.

The one nation not afraid of its government but having the government afraid of its people. The one peoples not dependent upon government but constantly in avoidance of it. The nation most responsible for spreading freedom throughout the world. Home of those brave souls whom told a powerful King, “No More”. The country that sacrificed hundreds of thousands of its own citizenry to scour from its founding parchment the stain that was slavery.

And yet, on November fourth, 2008, this great land surrendered its constitution, its freedoms and its sovereignty for the treasure promised to the forty seven million of Americans choosing to abide the transference of wealth along with twenty million useful idiots. It’s striking to me, how this nation that defeated Nazi Germany, imperialist Japan and the evil empire would now bow at the feet of those enemies once so roundly dispatched. Yet, the deed is done.

The tide has come and gone. In one day America has surrendered what so many have died to protect and has done so exuberantly, with great fanfare and glee. History will long remember that day, November 4Th, 2008 as the day freedom on this planet became something whispered of, a flash of remembrance and as an appendix; removed and forgotten. Still, in the heart of patriots breathe will quicken at that whisper and hands will tighten upon pitchforks as that is their nature, their shared inheritance. In a word; our gift from God.

Conservative Springfield 05 NOV 08