I am one of those scandalous Americans who carry a copy of the Citizen's Rule Book, that remarkably seditious document which is a weapon of instruction and a rod of correction. Using this assault weapon -- defined so because those who purport to rule us find it threatening -- makes it easy to show any of the millions of fearful non-seditious exactly how far our "government" has slipped into tyranny.
I care very little for the Constitution as constitution, it being a mere plan of government and flawed at that. I care a great deal for the Bill of Rights, which is the separate instrument that warned our increasingly centralized government, even back then, that individual liberty was and is the single most important thing about America. And I love the Declaration of Independence, because it tells tyrants to go to hell.
I also know that the socialistic moldwarps over at National Propaganda Radio will read our forceful and illuminating charter on the 4th of July, with absolutely no awareness of the irony of their doing so. We'll hear the smarmy, self-righteously snide voice of Cokie Roberts mouthing these stern Jeffersonian sentences of rebuttal to and refusal of tyranny. We'll hear the puling tones of Daniel Pinkwater (who is regularly heard on National PudPuller Radio saying "Public Radio International" as if it were some sort of Golden Calf) reading parts of this most important record of our nation. And we'll hear all the rest of the propagandists-who-can't-wait-to-be-globalists letting their slimy tongues slide over the words of something they will never understand.
Unless, of course, we help them to understand, which brings me to the fireworks I want to see this 4th of July.
I want to see brimstone and hellfire light up people's minds. I want them to actually read the Declaration of Independence and understand its relevance to our own day--more so now than at any other time in our history. I want to see a burning in people's hearts, a spark to give them the courage to do whatever may be necessary to dislodge these miserable, impertinent cockalorums making up our current corrupt government. I want to see fire, and I want to see it ignite our spirits to resistance. Fierce resistance.
We have been "more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right [ourselves] by abolishing the forms to which [we] are accustomed." We have, so far, simply suffered all the various assaults listed in the Declaration. We have put up with murders and thefts and attempts to make us numbered and docile slaves.
No more. Without Resistance, we and our children will be slaves. Our "representatives" have already passed far too many of these new feudal orders for us to question it. "Our" president, that chinaman- thief, is over reporting and paying homage to the communist king's office as I write this, and our judiciary is the worst of this craven clutch who are busy attempting to enslave us.
Fireworks. You may ask, "Does she really want to see 'bombs bursting in air'? Besides my love of fireworks, I'd have to say no. I do want these feudal bastards to bugger off. But will they? No. Will I be a slave? No.
So, necessarily, fireworks.
"But when a long trail of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government and to provide Guards for their future security."
Fireworks. So be it.
I want to see Resistance. I want to hear the boom of people saying NO to these ubiquitious ugly laws being passed with such speed: National ID, numbers for patients and health-care providers, registering all firearms (and no doubt fireworks as well), databasing our liberties out of existence. I want to see the cherry bombs of resistance, the mortars and shells of saying "No, I won't obey your totalitarian law." I want to see more orange ribbon No National ID campaigns. I want to see the star shells and red bursts of civil and not so civil disobediance. Say NO, the most powerful word in the English language.
Perhaps our "rulers" will take a hint from our innocent fireworks. I doubt it. But if they don't, then let the real fireworks begin.
Vive la Resistance!
© Patricia Neill 1998
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