Is this America? Is this what George Washington fought for? Secret police?! Torture?! No due process?! No. It is not. This is something evil.
It is WRONG. It is against the Supreme Law of the Land. When elected officials can just decide on a whim to destroy entire families, take their home and their land, rape the wife, kill the Dad, rape the children, then IT IS WRONG. And there is nothing right about it. It is against Natural Law, Common Law, Divine Law, Universal Law, and the Supreme Law of this Land, The Constitution of The United States of America.
It is Christmas Eve. 2009. We are entering 2010 in a few days. Christmas 2010 is not going to be like Christmas 2009 was my siblings. So enjoy it. Hug your family tight. Feast, laugh, love, drink and be merry. Because next year on this day, you may very well be eating out of a can, or an MRE. Some of you may be eating your Christmas dinner in a refugee camp. Or an internment camp. Or perhaps you will be eating wild turkeys, roasted on a spit, in the backwoods of West Virgina, or in the swamps of Louisiana, or in the deserts of West Texas, or in the mountains of upstate New York, or in the caves of Kentucky, or deep in the black oak forests of Kansas, or in an Ozark mountain valley of Missouri, or next to one of a million lakes in Minnesota, or even camped out by the Great Serpent Mound on Serpent Mound Hill, in Adams County Ohio. Or any of 10 million other lands in the wild places of our great nation which is also called "Turtle Island" by the original survivalists themselves. My point is brethren and sistren, don't take anything for granted. The Great Battle of Good versus Evil is upon us. So gird up. Pray hard. Live each day as it will be your last, so that when you die, you will die with no regrets. In conclusion, Patriots Cave wishes to share with you a story. It is my favorite Christmas story and it says so much about the past, present and future. Please read it with me:
Amid the horrors of World War I, there occurred a unique truce when, for a few hours, enemies behaved like brothers.
Christmas Eve in 1914 was all quiet on France's Western Front, from the English Channel to the Swiss Alps. Trenches came within 50 miles of Paris. the war was only five months, old, and approximately 800,000 men had been wounded or killed. Every soldier wondered whether Christmas Day would bring another round of fighting and killing. But something happened: British soldiers raised "Merry Christmas" signs, and soon carols were heard from German and British trenches alike.
Christmas dawned with unarmed soldiers leaving their trenches, as officers of both sides tried unsuccessfully to stop their troops from meeting the enemy in the middle of no-man's land for songs and conversation. Exchanging small gifts, mostly sweets and cigars, they passed Christmas Day peacefully along miles of the front. At one spot, the British played soccer with the Germans, who won 3-2.
In some places, the spontaneous truce continued the next day, neither side willing to fire the first shot. Finally the war resumed when fresh troops arrived, and the high command of both armies ordered that further "informal understandings" with the enemy would be punishable as treason. (The story above was borrowed from William Bramley's insightful and utterly compelling book entitled: "The Gods of Eden" page 337)
There was once a time when the king would ride at the front of the column into battle, with his sons at his side. The king was slow to declare war, and would seek council from wise elders on the matter. The king knew if war was declared, that he and his sons would be the first to draw swords. How far removed from those great one's, are the facsimiles of men who today in our nation call themselves "leaders". From Patriots Cave on this Christmas Eve, this is Joel the K, over and out.