Mayday, Mayday, Mayday

April 11, 2015

010914-F-8006R-002Bruce Kent

As time marches on, I find it increasingly difficult to find that singular subject in the professory willing to put his neck on the line to function as my advisor—not to mention that shortly, I will need to petition a number of other PhD’s to play the part of committee member. My unwillingness to compromise even an inch of moral ground in this establishment may, from my present circumstances, cost me more than my fortune as I have committed to not borrowing money from the same establishment for the aforesaid purpose. If my conscience requires the sacrifice of all that I have and all that I am, I will not be the first man to so sacrifice—not by a long shot. But it was our more righteous forebears who, amidst the calamity and hope of escaping European tyranny, poignantly wrote,

And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor

When a man takes that sacred oath to uphold all that is noble and good, including the Constitution of the United States—I have done so twice, once as a soldier and later as a policeman—he must either take the oath with reverent attitude toward God and soberly execute his obligation, or he must cynically do as the progressives have done for generations and make the oath, which is sacred only to other men, by mouth only (thereby making a mockery of the honorable).

But that man making a solemn mockery of God and the Constitution will know, if he doesn’t already anticipate the fact, that one day God will hold him accountable, even if his more righteous brethren cannot here adequately hold him to account for dissolving, even incrementally, the rights, religion, and privileges of his brethren and his brethren’s posterity.

Despite living in a time and place of unparalleled access to information and communication devices, I feel like a voiceless cudgel caught between both time and space; an unwillingly silent observer of the incremental destruction of my own babies’ rights in the very place where many of our own fathers drew out their last breath to put an end to the stultifying powers of tyranny, both at home and from abroad. One of my tac-officers at Officer Candidate School in the Army/Guard profoundly echoed the sentiment of other noble warriors when he screamed in our faces, urging us to meet the minimum standards of training and insinuating that our failure to so perform must inevitably result in innocent death: “If there’s one thing I cannot tolerate, it is unnecessary death!” And so, with increasing fervor, we fought to meet and exceed the high standards of the honorable men who had gone before us.

No doubt, many of the things, including the rote memorization of military doctrines, have since slipped my memory. Doubtless, too, however, the most important things remain lucid. Each of us knows another affected in some way by the tyranny of the continuation of the progressive era—a time that many scholars claim died long ago, but which plainly continues bearing its hegemonic canopy over the entire American establishment (as manifest in the dissolution of our rights). I lost a second cousin interning in the Pentagon when a group of Muslims flew planes into buildings on 9/11—a group of thugs who could not have entered or remained in my beloved country had its leaders, journalists, security specialists, professory, and citizenry had the moral competence to make the needed case to drive our enemies from our shores and then to keep them from returning again. Revelations about monumental intelligence failures—failures that continue today despite the enactment of unprecedented domestic surveillance machinery, which today regularly tramples the rights of the innocent—prove the case. Read Michelle Malkin and Bill Gertz for more on this. But, mark my words, how many more innocent lives must we sacrifice at the altar of progressive dogma before we hearken to the days of old, repent in sackcloth and ashes, and labor to undo our aggregate wrongs so we might have a fighting chance to preserve liberty in the world? September 11, 2001, the Kansas recruiter’s office shooting, and Fort Hood weren’t the first or the last time that innocent Americans died as a direct result of progressive lies.

The incineration of American values under the tyranny of multiculturalist rhetoric ironically finds its analogic representation in Andreas Lubitz’s thoughtless and cowardly act over the French Alps a few weeks ago. The progressives are at the helm and there is seemingly no power on earth that can stop them from annihilating our laws, rights, and government.

Our senses are dulled.

Our spirits are dead.

It is the classic tale of Mary Howitt’s The Spider and the Fly. The story involves an innocent fly who flirts with alluring danger and who finally succumbs to temptation, only to have her insides turned into soup and sucked clean by a cunning enemy. Sound familiar? If it doesn’t, it should. We are the Fly and the progressives are the Spider. Intent on ignoring revealed religion, disbelieving God, and rewriting history to suit the creation of a new socialist utopia, they would have us believe that God is dead, religious values have no meaning, and socialism trumps liberty. A portion of Howitt’s story reads:

“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in!”

Standing firm in political principle and religious values can seem burdensome at times, even lonely. And the promise of having the government to fall back on or even subsist upon can seem alluring; has moved millions to cast votes for politicians who make sultry and lurid promises; carnally pleasing sentiments. Soon we have forgotten what tepid glory comes from supporting spiritually obese politicians. We have forgotten ourselves; denied God’s existence and even our own. We have neglected the value of hard work, innovation, self-control, self-reliance, merit, and those truly liberating values of the American brand of Christianity.

Ironically, Mary Howitt’s allegory has value for our countrymen today. We have fallen for the carnally pleasing trap of living on the backs of the productive; of illogically thinking ourselves somehow victimized by the industrious elements of our society—even as many of our European, Russian, and Asian brethren have done as they have rejected the true tenets of Christian religion. As our people seem to move faster and further on the path to general apostasy, any who operate under the fallacy that the repressions endured by our brethren overseas could never happen here are up for a rude awakening. The final stanzas of that prophetic poem read,

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue—
Thinking only of her crested head—poor, foolish thing! At last,

Up jumped the cunning Spider,
and fiercely held her fast.

He dragged her up his winding stair,
into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor—
But she ne’er came out again!

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

Correctly, Ronald Reagan showed liberty can be lost in a single generation. Those who have it may not appreciate it. Furthermore, Reagan indicated that those who have lost its precious fruits never managed to restore it again.

Collectively, we are cut off from the presence of that God who, time and again, miraculously delivered our fathers from the pits of hell. How have we forgotten? The answer to this question is easy: We have forgotten because we don’t teach each other the truth with sufficient zeal. In police work we held solemn the idea that complacency kills. Generations of Americans who have not had to sacrifice the things their forebears had to give up have become spiritually complacent. There is no power but God’s that can redeem us.

Life is precious, but liberty moreso. Spiritual discernment remains the salt of the earth; that mighty preserve of liberty, virtue, and honor. How else are our people to be relied upon to discern right from wrong if we do not learn and teach truth? And what, if the oaths designed as the final check on selfish pursuits, will keep our elected officials from straying if the people lack the spiritual power to govern themselves, let alone those whom they have supported in office? Trey Gowdy recently remarked prophetically, there will come a day when our people will rue the day we subverted law in order to accomplish some political fetish (2015). For men of honor, the time for repentance is now.


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