I Had Not Thought Death Had Undone So Many

In just a handful of days, the citizens of the United States will either re-affirm our Founder’s vision or settle for the blue pill. We can either climb back up on the shoulders of those who came before us or accept the statism of Obama, Pelosi and Reid. One choice empowers individual opportunity and the pursuit of happiness. The other offers a few crumbs of security at a cost of living in a brown fog of mere existence.

Long ago the English made their choice. The Fabian Socialists won the day and the long decline of the great empire began. The poet, T.S. Elliot, living in London right after WW1, took notice in his long poem, ‘The Waste Land’.

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

Desperately bleak. I can only hope and pray (while such is still allowed) that the country makes enough of the right choices on November 2nd. The real worry is about the challenge beyond the immediate election. Can we avoid the appeal of rank populism? Do we have the heart to face down the coming blow-back . . . because it will come.

I hope Americans still have it within them. I think they do but too many people don’t even want to think about such things. To them I would say, get outside your day to day existence. Take your soul for a long walk and a conversation.

Who are we, we Americans? What is our future? Who owns MY soul?

Is this our future?

(H/T Hot Air)

We are a long ways down the wrong path. This election is our future and the future is now- not two or twenty-two years away. Right now. Go vote. Vote against the socialist Democrats. Reclaim your birthright, your divine gift to be free, while you still can.