What Now? Part I

Let’s Roll!

No better time than Memorial Day to start taking back our country.  Much like the passengers on Flight 93 who were told by the hijackers not to worry, we the passengers on hijacked Flight 1776 have to take action.   Let’s roll!

I haven’t been at this long, starting to blog after my disgust with the Presidential election.  I have been pleasantly surprised at the quality of the material I find here, not the hate and emotional drivel of the left’s sites; yes, anger, but for the most part, well thought out and rational arguments (and a little humor).  We are like a group of citizens meeting in the town hall, worried about the monster devouring the next county.  We agree and find solace in each other, but we are still in the town hall and need to figure out how to get out and confront the monster.  In the spirit of Memorial Day, it is time to think about what concrete actions we can take.

The statist ideologues are not going to visit here.  If Obama, Reid, Pelosi, Holder, and the like did visit, they wouldn’t say, “Oh, Now I see the light!  I was wrong.”  Those who were suckered into voting for Obama probably won’t either.  They just aren’t that curious or don’t have the time.  Here we find ammunition and encouragement for the fight, but it has to be won somewhere else.

In response to Joe Conner’s incredible letter to his father, I said:

We are but candles in a hurricane of hate, class envy, and character assassination.

As candles, we cannot light the way alone.  We can gather our lights together as a lighthouse, and we can light other candles one at a time.  What can we do?


Ayn Rand addressed the issue we agonize over in an essay written in 1972 (from Philosophy, Who Needs It):

If you like condensations (provided you bear in mind their full meaning), I will say: when you ask “What can one do?” — the answer is “SPEAK” (provided you know what you are saying).

A few suggestions:  do not wait for a national audience.  Speak on any scale open to you, large or small — to your friends, your associates, your professional organizations, or any legitimate public forum.  You can never tell when your words will reach the right mind at the right time.  You will see no immediate results — but it is of such activities that public opinion is made.

Do not pass up a chance to express your views on important issues.  Write letters to the editors of newspapers and magazines, to TV and radio commentators and, above all, to your Congressman (who depend on their constituents).  If your letters are brief and rational (rather than incoherently emotional), they will have more influence than you suspect.

The opportunities to speak are all around you.  I suggest that you make the following experiment:  take an ideological “inventory” of one week, i.e. note how many times people utter the wrong political, social and moral notions as if these were self-evident truths, with your silent sanction.  Then make it a habit to object to such remarks — no, not to make lengthy speeches, which are seldom appropriate, but merely to say:  “I don’t agree.”  (and be prepared to explain why, if the speaker wants to know.)  This is one of the best ways to stop the spread of vicious bromides.  (If the speaker is innocent, it will help him; if he is not, it will undercut his confidence the next time.)  Most particularly, do not keep silent when your own ideas and values are being attacked.

Do not “proselytize” indiscriminately, i.e. do not force discussions or arguments on those who are not interested or not willing to argue.  It is not your job to save everyone’s soul.  If you do the things that are in your power, you will not feel guilty about not doing — “somehow” — the things that are not.

The bewildered look on some individual in the supermarket checkout line when we say, “I do not agree.” is not going to give us the feeling we have changed the course of history.  It is going to be slow and discouraging.


These are dark days.  The statists of the far left have taken over.  Like a virus, they have infected most of the media, and most of the universities.  They control the Congress and the White House and have corrupted much of the judiciary.  The virus has become a cancer which threatens Western Civilization as we know it.  We are like the crew of the Starship Enterprise who have encountered the Borg and hear, “Resistance is Futile.”

When I brought my oldest daughter to the US from Thailand, she knew nothing of American language or culture.  When I walked her to the first day of Middle School, I looked over at her and saw the most amazing look of determination on her face, like nothing I have ever seen.  So now with Selena’s rock-hard determination, I pledge:

I will not yield!

No matter how bleak things appear to be.  I will not yield!

They can smear me (I’m sure they can find something), and dig through my trash, and open my tax records.
I will not yield!

They can call me a hillbilly or right-wing radical.  They can insult my heritage and my family.  I will not yield!

In the name of my parents and their generation, who lived through the Depression, defeated enemies threatening our nation’s very existence, then built the strongest economy in the world.  I will not yield!

In honor of my ancestors, who helped build the country from before the Revolution, some of whom fired their farmer muskets at Guilford Courthouse so bloodying Cornwallis’ army that he retired to Yorktown.
I will not yield!

In honor of the soldiers of the Continental Army who lined up in their ragged uniforms to accept the surrender at Yorktown.  I will not yield!

In honor of all those remembered on this Memorial Day.   I will not yield!

In honor of those who died in the twin towers, the Pentagon, and Flight 93.
I will not yield!

Take the pledge with me, fellow passengers on Flight 1776:
We will not yield!

(more in Part 2)