6 years old, it’s 1989, you’re watching G.I. Joe. You admire bravery, hard work, discipline, and heroism. You want to be a hero, someday. That night, after hearing a story from the Bible, and saying prayers (because people used to do that, and with the utmost sincerity, too.) You go to bed thinking about how you want to grow up to be the best man you can be.
Later, you grow up to serve in the U.S. Army for 4 years, then you spend 10 years in the private sector, then you become a correction officer for the State. It hasn’t been an easy journey to stability. You made more than your share of irresponsible decisions along the way, you have p.t.s.d., and you’re playing catch up; but you know it was Your decisions which led to your struggle, because you were taught about personal responsibility, growing up. One day, you look at the news, and a bunch of people also born in America are looting stores, running around acting like the bad guys in an episode of the Mister T. Cartoon. You shake your head in disgust, but also in pity. Clearly they did not grow up watching G.I. Joe, or they would know that this is how the bad guys act; not the heroes. You suppose it does matter what our children watch and fill their minds with, and that good parenting with traditional values is obviously more effective than public indoctrination of critical theory of any kind. You place your freshly cleaned Smith & Wesson M&P 15 in it’s case, wash your hands, and take a moment to pray for the country you Love, but no longer recognize. You know the war is coming, all your battle buddies have been preparing as well; you don’t ask for peace, because there is a time for everything, and right now you know exactly what time it is.
You ask only that what you know to be Right and Good and True, for All mankind under GOD to Prevail. That the culture of evil and chaos now deceiving millions of your own countrymen into rallying to destroy our strong foundation, and replace our former glory with just another poverty stricken 3rd world country be defeated, so your children and someday their children can live in a society where they are rewarded for their own merit, rather than marginalized by someone else’s lack of merit. You don’t pray for survival at any cost, because you know that the freedom of you descendants is too high a price. You ask only for victory, that America, The World’s Last Bastion of Liberty can reclaim it’s Justice, and shine as a beacon of Hope to the rest of the world; and finally, inspired by this: that the rest of the world get off their ass and fight for their own nations, and work hard to build something better in their own homeland. After all, what good is one good country, if every other country in the world sucks? How sustainable is it to keep cramming everyone into one country, while the rest of the world is reduced to one big garbage dump? It’s not enough to bring people in from the cold, because eventually your house will be full, and there will be more people at the door. People must learn to set their own house in order.
Right now, it’s time for us to Order OURS.
War is coming.
~Sincerely your friend, Jack~