My Fellow Patriots,

My fellow patriots,

I think we have reached a point where the game has changed. We are so tangled in the tar baby we are failing to see the truth. We are no longer a political movement, we are enemies of the state. We are the problem… The question is…? Are we Christians? Because that’s what it’s going to come down to. Are you a Christian? For I assure you, we live in Biblical times.

I fail to see why you are timid… Does not Christ stand before you, sword drawn in your defense…? Where is your sword? Is it not sharp? Is it not tempered? Are you not ready for battle? (In the 1660’s, an Englishman caught with a failed pistol was subject to forty lashes). It’s your responsibility to keep your sword sharp and your gun loaded and yourself ready for battle.

Again… Why are you timid? If you take an honest look at the evidence presented… It all points to God… to Christ. All the sciences point to a creation. Geology, Biology (including DNA research), Astronomy, Cosmology and even Quantum Physics. Even genealogy leads us to Mount Ararat and a hand full of people.  

The second law of Thermo-dynamics dictates a creation. Educate yourselves, sharpen your sword, temper the steel, and prepare for battle, for the enemy lurks just over the hill. 

The only thing that will save America now… Is a full blown revival. As was in the 1830's, when the Bible became widely read in this country. Instead of trying to sell your own damn book, trying to have your own say… Promote the Bible, read the Bible…

Might I suggest…. You read it like a novel… accept the premise laid out in chapter one, for indeed it is a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end. It is a story of triumph and despair, of sex and barbarism, of being lost… and being save.

If you like Science Fiction… you’ll like the Bible… If you like Fantasy…you’ll like the Bible… If you like Murder and Mayhem…you’ll like the Bible…and we Christians know it’s all true…

So… if you are indeed Christians, might I suggest, turning off your television, put down your Twitter and Facebook, and come out from your air-conditioned homes and churches, and into the streets, make yourselves known to one another, Baptists and Catholics, Episcopalians and Lutherans, if we are Christian, let us gather and know one another. But above all, make yourself known to God. Let the world know…you are not ashamed of the Almighty…  For a man must be diligent in watching the walls of his house, lest a strong man comes in the night and carries it all away.

Within the tar-baby, you’re thinking the strong man’s in Washington… He’s not, he’s right outside your walls… Realize… there is no reason, you are wrestling a tar-baby, barking dawgs don’t bite. That’s why they keep you barking…

If you strip away the details… Then you know what I say is true… Remember, ‘the devil is in the details’… and the Emperor is Naked as a Jay-Bird, and Bier Rabbit is tangled in the Tar-Baby, and Bier Fox and Bier Bear are fixing to eat him up.

Wake up, free yourselves of the Tar-Baby, expose the naked Emperor and scatter the Fox and Bear. Uncle Remus was a wise old feller.

Reflect on your parents and grandparents, for this is what I am doing, and seeing things as they are. And not as I am being told.

When I was a young feller, about twenty, I asked my father about church, and did he really believe all that stuff… cause none of it makes any sense with what they’re teaching in the schools… (?) and he said… “I hope you live long enough son… cause you’ll find it’s the only thing that does makes sense.” And damned if I didn’t live long enough, and damned if he wasn’t right. It is indeed, the only thing that makes any sense. And now… if you look hard enough… you’ll find the sciences are all telling us the same thing. It happened, just like the Bible says. Facts are facts, they don't admit it, they haven't in years....But facts are facts. 

George Henry Nichols

“Life is real! Life earnest!

          And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

          Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

          Is our destined end or way.

But to Act, that each tomorrow,

          Finds us farther than today.

Art is long, and time is fleeting

          And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave. 

In the World’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

          Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!

          Let the dead past, bury its dead!

Act – act in the living present!

          Heart within, and God o’er head.!

Lives of great men all remind us

          We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave footprints in the sands of time.

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

          A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again…

          Let us then be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

          Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor, and to wait…

                   *

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807 - 1882