Patrick Henry understood the dichotomy our forefathers faced. And now we face the same options. We all see liberty slipping away — no, being yanked out of our hands by forces so evil we can barely wrap our Pollyanna brains around it. Here? This can be happening here? We warn about losing our freedom. We give examples — COVID mandates, travel restrictions, educational issues, etc. ad nauseam — but Biden supporters still exist. RINO Republicans still exist. The swamp is still full of monsters. The situation has made me realize that too few people seem to understand what freedom and liberty really mean.
Freedom is not some vague red-white-and-blue theme song. It’s not drums beating and marching bands. It’s not just a feel-good flag to wave. It’s something that generations fought, bled, and died for, so shouldn’t it have some solidity to it? Shouldn’t it be something palpable, heavy, and real — something you can grab hold of? Lofty ideas are necessary, but, like helium balloons, they have to be tied to something solid or they just float away.
Freedom, where it exists, produces remarkable results. Freedom allows us to be good, to be our best. Harrison Bergeron, in the Kurt Vonnegut short story of the same name, says toward the end, “Watch me become what I can become.” Because he was so superior — in mind, body, determination, and courage — he had been made to endure terrible handicaps to keep those around him from feeling inferior (even though they were). He makes that declaration as he defiantly rips off the bags of lead weights and removes the mask that made him ugly.
Freedom allows us to — like Harrison — become what we can become. What an exhilarating idea! What happens when we are not dissuaded from excellence? (And that’s exactly what CRT and all its adjacent claptrap does — dissuades us from excellence.) What happens when we get out of each other’s way?
When no alphabet agency is intercepting our email, we can exchange ideas. And when no one is watching our pronouns, or editing our speech, we can express ourselves. When we do that and express a lame idea — like the 1619 Project — we can lay it open and expose its wormy guts. Without freedom we can’t do that. We have to swallow whatever bilge they want to feed us.
DEATH !!!!!!!