Oh, Please Don’t Misunderstand me.

I read PDB’s blog entry (by way of the lovely and talented Breda) and it set me to thinking.  I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.  As you’ve seen over the past couple of days, I don’t believe we can undo the damage done by Obamacare’s passage.  We won’t be able to repeal it.  It’s in there and we are toast.  But, so nu?

Look, as it has been said, life is a terminal disease.  We all end up worm food in the end.  Yet daily, for no more than the hopes of our loved ones and the inner dreams of the person we struggle to become, we keep going.  None of us, well few of us, on a daily basis pick up a pistol and hold it too our heads and ask, “Why should I step outside today?”  We simply keep going for no more motivation than the sun has risen and it’s time to sally forth. 

Obamacare is a terminal disease, the chances of undoing it are beyond a pipe dream.  And, frankly, there is so little hope that to hold onto it seems to be pointless.  But there is no hope in beating death either yet I’m still typing at my keyboard.  Why?  …Because I believe in a cause.  I believe that because I seek something greater than the lies doled out by society and politicians, I will, in the end, be a better person. 

In the end, Obamacare will probably take this country down the tubes.  It will probably be the straw that broke the camels back and leaves this nation fractured and broken.  But it won’t be because I stopped trying.  With the intensity of doomed warriors throughout history who fought, not for victory, but for honor, I will keep at this.  It doesn’t matter that in the end, Obamacare will still have its flag stuck firmly on the hill when all of us are feeding vultures and jackals in the valley.   What matters is that I believe in The Constitution and no government, no body of religious or professorial zealots…  NO ONE can make me stop believing. 

So please forgive me for publishing the truth.  This nation ceased to be The United States of America this past Sunday.  The America that went to sleep on Saturday was not the same one that woke up on Monday and I’ve stated why repeatedly in past posts.  The America of March 20th is gone forever.  It is time for all who love liberty to deal with that and understand it.  What is done is done and there will be no going back. 

What’s next is…  Unknown.  The last people that faced this prospect had to fight brother against brother with guns and blood.  In the end, they created The US of A mkIII that, for all its faults won two world wars, the cold war and saved Western Civilization for a century.  Slowly, though, over many years, the mkIII had many minor revisions to the point that it bore scant resemblance to the original mkIII.  Through amendments and laws we ended up with mkIIIa all the way to mkIIIz5/b.  Maybe it was just time for a major revision change.

The USA mkIV (est. March 21, 2010) is a turkey.  RINOs and Blue Dogs think that they can pluck that turkey and make it a sleek turkey.  Socialists are happy with the turkey and intend to protect it with all the power of the US Government, your rights be damned. Conservatives, Libertarians, Blue Collar Liberals, and people who didn’t pay attention to politics and couldn’t ID with a political philosophy if you held a gun to their heads think the turkey needs to be served up for Thanksgiving in November.  Will that happen?  Doubtful.

In the end, however, none of that matters.  What matters is the courageous fight for honor.  I will be waiting for November.  I will be more active in my local state organizations.  I will continue to write and yell and prophesy to any who will listen.  And when all those things become naught, I’ll do what is necessary to leave a legacy of liberty for my children even if that is ONLY the memory that I never lost my honor and courage.

Take the case of courage. No quality has ever so much addled the brains and tangled the definitions of merely rational sages. Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. ‘He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,’ is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. This paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if we will risk it on the precipice.

He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it. A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine. No philosopher, I fancy, has ever expressed this romantic riddle with adequate lucidity, and I certainly have not done so. But Christianity has done more: it has marked the limits of it in the awful graves of the suicide and the hero, showing the distance between him who dies for the sake of living and him who dies for the sake of dying.
— G.K. Chesterton (Orthodoxy)

So yes, the cause it bleak and with little or no rational hope.  But like Chesterton’s soldier, I will keep fighting until… until… *shrug*You can take a man’s heartbeat, but only he can surrender his heart. 

So don’t let anyone confuse honest appraisal of the situation with a lack of will.  Just because I believe we most certainly will fail, doesn’t me I shouldn’t grin with all of Hell’s own fury as I walk into the fight. And as the old saw goes, “there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who has nothing to lose.” 

I’ve never had a hopeless cause to fight for before.  I’m actually quite invigorated.  *GRIN!*

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