It has always irritated me when the left says they will take America “back”. Back? They never, ever had it. What they want is to take America to hell.

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I come from a pretty moonbatty family and I can tell you first hand that most lefties think don’t care for outward signs of patriotism such as flying the flag, pledging allegiance or getting choked up during the National Anthem.

To the Left, the most patriotic thing an American can do is to work towards changing America into something which it has never been before.

Working to create a new and different America is their idea of patriotism, because the America that they love exists only in an imagined future, and not in our history.

And it is a future that will never come to pass if I have a damn thing to say about it.

Mural “Liberty Remembers” by Eric Grohe

Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always,even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for? - William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy November 24, 1997

On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.? For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.

“Then there are the wolves,” the old war veteran said, “and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.” Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

“Then there are sheepdogs,” he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.”

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.
By LTC (RET) Dave Grossman

Also see Patriotic Murals

I have been wanting to start a library for my grandchildren comprised of books that celebrate America, give a true recounting of this country’s beginnings and serve to instill pride in our heritage. Lord knows they will never learn anything but revisionist lies from their teachers.

More so, I want them to become acutely aware of how fragile, and increasingly rare, the freedoms we have are. I grew up never imagining that a people could exist who would despise freedom, indeed, who fear it. They are a people who are so given over to their rapacious appetites and so bowed low under the weight of their collective cowardice that they have no compunction facilitating the end of America. I never imagined that fellow so-called Americans would be the enemies that my grandchildren would face. And the _amerikkans who call themselves “Progressives” are those of whom I speak.

Kimberly Jo Simac has my admiration. A mother of nine, Simac has set about countering the educational system’s mis-information by writing American Soldier Proud And Free for children. It will definitely go in my library.

American Soldier Proud and Free is the newest book from children’s author Kimberly Jo Simac, a mother of nine who values the importance of teaching young people patriotism.

“I have spent my entire adult life raising nine children, and I see without a doubt that patriotism – respect for our flag, our leaders and those who serve in the military – is being totally left out of our children’s educational agenda,” Simac said. “I really felt that something had to be done to address these deficiencies.”

As a response, Simac wrote , colorfully illustrated by Donna Goeddaeus. While working on this book, Simac also realized that there are no patriotic soldier books for little children.

“We have books about everything imaginable, but nothing to teach and remind our youth that we should be proud to be Americans and honor those who have fought so we can live free,” she added.

Simac attempts to fill these voids with her new book, which is a simple story about a young boy who has a special appreciation for American soldiers. The book was recently added to the Dr. Laura Schlessinger Book List.

Since being added to the book list, a donation appeal was launched to raise money to provide veterans with Simac’s book. Over $2,000 in donations was raised during the first weekend, and now copies of the book are being given to soldiers, schools and libraries.
“It is an exciting story as people who read the book are willing to donate their own money to spread the simple message that it carries,” Simac said.
For more information on the book, visit www.gnaco.com.(Source)

A reader (thank you) turned me on to this clip hosted over at Michelle Malkin. In 1976 I was a useless hippie, roaming the country. Not political, I paid little heed to the destruction my generation was inflicting. I was too busy “finding myself” . Gag me.

I certainly wish that men like Rick Monday had prevailed in the following decades. Instead, the leftest vermin invading this baseball field seems to have had the most impact. Shame on them, shame on me.

Over 40,000 baseball fans saw Monday risk his career by grabbing what could easily have been a fireball to rescue the American flag from a couple of asshats, and suddenly it recalled the real patriotism and passion for America that had been missing in 1976. At first in isolated pockets but soon sweeping around the stands like The Wave would later do, Americans stood up and sang “God Bless America” — not prompted by the stadium organist but fueled by love of country.

For my money, it’s the single best moment in sports. God bless Rick Monday, and God bless America.

Warriors…In Their Own Words

We have always had warriors, from as far back in history as one can go — warriors are timeless.Warriors have a moral code and are not simply trained killers (as they are all too frequently portrayed).If we did not have warriors, we would undoubtedly be speaking another language, German,Japanese, Chinese, or Russian.Warriors are born, they are not created. Certainly they are trained, but to be a warrior is a calling.[...]With this documentary, photo exhibit and book our aim is to raise funding for and awareness of the men and women warriors that have given so much to protect our freedoms. Freedom is not free.

I’ll be brief. I’m gasping for air actually. I just got my internet connection back after a two day, unexpected, loss of service. Yikes! I am aghast that yet again my addictive personality has found yet another addiction to foster. I need to catch up with email and comments so ask your indulgence with yet another golden oldie.

It was a relief, in a way, to not read of the three pretenders to America’s throne, or about muslims seething, nor progressives chanting hosannas to their new born king. But, as mentioned earlier, I am putting up archives (in a helter skelter manner) and this old post only serves to summon forth the deeper anger I hold for those who are intent on slaughtering America’s spirit like an oxen offered up for sacrifice in a desperate attempt to allay the wrath of the gods.

I come from a family of wanderers and drivers. At 16 I stuck my thumb out and began a decade of crisscrossing this country, weaving America’s highways into my heart with every mile. As I have written elsewhere…

….from infancy, my heart became syncopated to the slick, sweet click of rubber tires bearing down on asphalt, the command of clutch changing gears, the sweet susurrous chortle of a purring engine. For a child translating her world on the basis of seeking escape, the apparent movement of a driver became a code etched into the walls of my soul.
I am, simply, to the road born.

I will never forgive those who are making it quite likely that my grandchildren will never know the ineluctable freedom of disappearing into the heart of America. It is from that place in me that i jotted out the following a few years back.

Back Then, In America

I am haunted by America. I am haunted by the raw power her past still commands. I look deep inside this picture and I can feel the thunder of her engines thrumming. Deep under the earth. They still sing.

This is a land that seems to have commanded audacious vision and reckless abandon in the lovers she would take to her bosom. Men who would look across the muted distances with hunger and purpose, and envision braids of weaving, tumbling roads to carry purpose and hunger west.

It took men who would build lonely buildings, dwarfed by the vastness of earth and sky, along miles of road, singing with empty winds and dark in all directions.
Coffee is hot. Pie is fresh.
Waiting for the one person. The lone traveler.
The one American driving west with technicolor dreams clutched in nervous hearts.
All they own in the world in the backseat of the car.
No forwarding address known.
You could disappear. Back then. In America.

A coffee. cheeseburger. apple pie. A smoke.
Will ya fill her up, mister?
Thanks, Mister.

Door slams shut, warm throttle of the engine as she winds away, cherry red taillights bobbing in the dips of the road, like a flimsy pair of glass hearts lost down the rapids of all roads going West.

Postcard courtesy of New Mexico Route 66 Association member Steven Rider

Sultanknish has executed another powerful post, excerpted below. Be sure to read it in it’s entirety.

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Two Men in a Room: Superior Force and the Failure of Will

Let’s go back to the two men in the room. One has a knife and one has a machine gun. One is determined to kill the other. Which one will walk out of that room alive? The answer is, the one who is determined to kill the other. A weapon is no good unless it is used. Using a weapon as a bluff only works once at most and it stops working if your opponent is willing to take the risk or knows you won’t use it.
The nature of the world is two men in a room, one has a gun and one has a knife. The man with the gun insists on trying to reason with the man with the knife, to enlighten him and democratize him. The man with the knife meanwhile grins and creeps closer and takes a few swipes at him. In return the man with the gun threatens him, waves the gun around and occasionally takes a shot at him to warn him away, without really trying to hit him. Is it any real mystery who will emerge alive from this conflict?
More important than the ability to fight is the willingness to fight. A national government that is not willing to fight even to protect its own citizens has committed treason and ceased to have any continuing legal justification for its existence. There are only three things a national government is truly needed for and the first of them is national defense. Yet national governments across the world, from America to Europe to Israel, have substituted national accommodation for national defense. Amnesty, integration, moderation and tolerance have become the new watchwords.