Posted on 04/07/2010 5:10:48 PM PDT by TLittlefella
I do realize many will read this post and not have any idea of what I’m talking about,
but there will be those who full well know what I’m talking about.
Over the loudspeakers comes the announcement “Ladies and Gentlemen please rise for
our National Anthem”. Surrounded by a crowd of thousands I rise, face Old Glory, stand
at attention, and place my hand over my heart.
The music starts, instantly in the most involuntary way, the sensation overwhelms my
body. I have goose bumps and the hair on the back of my neck is standing at attention. A
shiver like feeling goes down my neck. But this is not a new sensation, I have been
experiencing this phenomenon all of my life whenever the National Anthem is played.
The sub conscious national pride I have for our country and the pride I feel in being an
American involuntary invokes those sensations.
The other day, again surrounded by a crowd of thousands, the announcement came and I
rose, faced Old Glory, stood at attention, and placed my hand over my heart. The music
started and it took a little while before I realized a very strange thing was happening,
there were no goose bumps and the hairs on the back of my neck were not standing.
Instead my eyes were starting to moisten and I realized it was the sadness I was feeling,
sadness for the loss of freedom our country was enduring, for the loss of national pride
our country was exhibiting and sadness of my thoughts that our democracy was waning.
Try as I might, I could not intentionally bring on those goose bumps, nor could I raise a
single hair, for the pride I had once known had somehow escaped my body. I wonder
how this all happened, is it the passing of my life’s seventy years, the gradual wearing
down of our freedom, or was it some individual political event that robbed me of one of
the greatest treasures in life. I now fear more than even death, I may never experience
those sensations again.
Thomas Littlefella
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It was in the name of fairness, that we built public housing.
It was in the name of fairness, that we paid women to have out of wedlock babies by multiple fathers.
It was in the name of fairness, that we fed them with food stamps and AFDC.
It was in the name of fairness, that we cultivated a dependent class of our fellow citizens. No “man” kept them down, except the man that was themself.
It is now in the name of fairness, that we give up our freedom and God given rights, so that we can become an type of nation that is unknown to many of its citizens and those who fled oppressive nations.
It will be in the name of fairness, that the many will enslave a new generation to come. This new generation will need a Lincoln to rise up among them, to set them free. It will not be an easy task. And it may well be impossible.
I know what your saying so well. The National Anthem has always filled me with teary eyed pride. Now I just want to sob. I’ve come to the conclusion I’m in mourning. While I will fight to return this country to greatness, I’m not confident enough of my fellow Americans feel the same way.
feels like whistling past the graveyard????
it’s like it has become a nostalgia thing now. that will probably change once the Bummer and his minions are cast out.
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