Fox, of course, will go overboard on Mike Wallace because of Chris.
Let me tell y’all the sum and gist of my prayers recently.
I do pray for my country, I do. I lift my hands to God and pray that my precious granddaughter, my one and only legacy to this planet, have the opportunities and freedom that I so enjoyed, that allowed me to get a college degree, paid for by my employer but with 13 years of night school investment.
The country that had me, a poor somewhat abused child with lackluster parents at best, buying my first house before age 21, a country that allowed me, through my own hard work and brain power, to get jobs whenever and wherever I wanted, naming my price, with never a fear of my economic future....I pray that God will allow my granddaughter those same opportunities.
It will require HER effort, of course, obviously I get that. But I pray that God will not allow this current political class to turn the young all into a mass of govermental dependent zero burgers who don’t bother to go it with their own talents, no, no, no....the gubmint shall pay for my college, I shall work for the gubmint for 200 days a year vacation and a health care system that will determine what medical treatment I get, indeed when I shall live or die.
Okay....a little wordy there.
But I’m discouraged of late as I see them winning.
I made this promise to my Lord.
IF America re-elects Obama, than this country says it approves of this course, that it wants this course, that our children shall be raised up in a government dominated culture that will control their destinies.
I tell my God that I will accept this, that I will then know I am in the minority, that I will step down and live the remainder of my days as happy as I can, that I will enjoy my granddaughter and do my best to tell her how it ONCE was but beyond that, I will be gracious and accept the will of the American people.
It’s all I can do and I suggest that the rest of you consider the same.
Last night at Easter Vigil our exit song, as just played and sang by the Morman Tabernacle Choir, was “Jesus Christ is Risen Today”.
We sing the recessional song, maybe a verse or two, then Todd, our Choir director ends the song as people in the congregation want to get out of there.
Last night we belted out that song with a drummer and a band and our fabulous choir, with the congregation singing along just as joyously. After two versus Todd leaned out from behind the organ consol and held up four fingers as indicator that we would be singing all four verses.
The choir sang, the band played, our professional percussionist pounded the kettle drums and the place rocked! AND NO ONE LEFT THEIR PEW EARLY!
We sang and my own alto voice reached heights I didn’t know I had. We sang all four verses, the flutes playing, the kettle drum reverberating, the guitars circulating, the smell of incense still in our noses.
After that glorious, glorious song the congregation gave us all a standing ovation, right there in the church.
It was magnificent.
Cleaver was just sued by some banks for several millions...did it happen to come up in passing ( snicker, snicker??)
If it were only that benign. If Obama is reelected, your daughter will grow up in a nation with a declining standard of living that is Balkanized along racial, cultural, and linguistic lines. The Dems will be the permanent majority party and the Constitution will mean whatever they say it means. Obamacare will be transformed into a single payer system.
Demographically, by 2019 half of the children 18 and under will be minorities as defined by the USG and by 2039 half of the country will be minorities. And by 2050, one in five will be foreign born. This will have electoral and social consequences. Demography is destiny.
I tell my God that I will accept this, that I will then know I am in the minority, that I will step down and live the remainder of my days as happy as I can, that I will enjoy my granddaughter and do my best to tell her how it ONCE was but beyond that, I will be gracious and accept the will of the American people.
I will fight this transformation to my dying breath. I owe it to my patrimony and our Founders. I will not go gentle into that good night.