Growing up watching Olympic boxing, one thing was completely conspicuous; if the call went to the cards, the American would inevitably lose. Typically the North Korean judge had Helen Keller eyes and Bette Davis bitterness toward anyone who wore the red, white and blue. If an American wanted a medal, he had to put his opponent on the canvas.
As I write this, we are 100 days from the election. In a few hours I will be standing in the pulpit of a small, brave Bible church in Illinois with only 14 Sundays left to communicate to the flock that it is the remnant in every generation that preserves a nation; a small group of committed people who trust in God and wage a silent battle for truth, justice and righteousness. What happens when these watchmen waiver? Neil Young was right; rust never sleeps. Nature abhors a vacuum and human nature, the weak. Neutrality is an illusion and apathy, a sin, so unless you want to be wiping your nose on barbed wire, it is time to cowboy up.
While Christians slumbered, the forces of darkness grabbed the wheel and have taken us 90 mph eastbound down a westbound lane. Barack Obama has been driving for 3½ years, and trust me – he isn’t singing “JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL”. The country is hurdling toward an abyss and the Republican leadership in the back seat is merely asking him to slow down. McConnell and Boehner are fastening their seatbelts. The good news is that he did organize our community. We are awake once more. The bad news is that we are not in the driver’s seat, not even in the back seat; we’re in the trunk – wrists and ankles bound and Saul Alinsky’s dirty sock stuffed in our mouth.
Ted Nugent understands the dire situation, “If Barack Obama becomes the president in November again, I will either be dead or in jail by this time next year.” Ted may not be using hyperbole. Obama’s sweeping transformation of all that is sacred has been done largely in the face of a re-election campaign. What would a second term look like when “The One” doesn’t have to worry about fund raising and poll numbers? Picture Hugo Chavez with a better wardrobe and a bigger gun.
Meanwhile, a number of pundits from conservative news outlets are all giddy over some good polling data. Rasmussen is reporting that among “LIKELY” voters, Romney leads Obama by 48-44%. I guess that could be construed as good in the short term, but think about this: as a proud American, who loves my country, am I supposed to sleep sound tonight knowing that in a race between a moderate Republican and a Marxist, we are winning by a nose? “Hey, good news! That tumor on your liver … only 44% malignant”. Sorry, Grover, not time for a chest bump. Beltway euphoria is nothing more than acid reflux by the time it reaches the hinterland.
There is not one person that is the antidote to the poison that we have endured in office for the last 3½ years. One election is not going to put Uncle Sam together again. The Republican candidates are all talk, treating symptoms and not the disease. It is not enough. We’ve been bitten by a viper and unless we amputate the limb we will die an agonizing death. The Republicans are applying Band-Aids when a blood transfusion is in order. Temper your baseless hope in half-baked candidates that deep down are completely and utterly unsatisfying. Do not put your hope in them. Put the fear of God into them!
Now before you conclude I am implying something as absurd as a third party or write-in candidate, understand this: “AS FOR ME AND MY HOUSE, WE WILL VOTE FOR ROMNEY”. Come to think of it, if the cadaver from Weekend At Bernie’s was the Republican Candidate, I’d be going door to door and managing a phone bank for him as well. I understand political triage.
How often have you heard the indictment from the left that the Tea Party is racist and would not even exist if the President was white? Others believe that the Tea Party was born when Rick Santelli called Lazarus forth from the floor of the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. Not true. The strong arm of the Tea Party first roughed up the pasty white George W. Bush and frothy John McCain when they tried to pass amnesty off as “immigration reform”. Then we put W into a sleeper hold when he sought to pass off Harriet Miers as Antoinette Scalia. We may have not had a name yet, but we had a heartbeat and we were fearfully and wonderfully made.
The clock is ticking, friend. As you read this, we are inside of 2400 hours to save this Republic. There are fourteen more weekends to fight for a vote that may be the last free election of our lifetime. We don’t have the time to wait for the next generation; the time is too short. We have to be the next generation of American Heroes. What are we willing to do, to say, and to spend to pass freedom down to our children and grandchildren?
Patriots – do not go gently into that dark trunk, but wake, fight, rage against the dying of the light. Always remember that Democrats win close elections because they stuff the ballot box with pets, convicts and zombies and Johnny Rocco counts the vote until they get the result they’ve paid for. A four or five point lead has never been enough in Chicago; it has got to be a decisive blow, and this time, let’s not leave it up to the North Korean judge.
