I saw that article last night and it enraged me and I tweeted to him.
Today it’s now the headline at Drudge, so I’m re-running my tweets here because they’re ephemeral and should be seen.
And if it didn’t get to his fat ass via Twitter, then maybe this blog post will do it.
I take being an American damned seriously.
I am always aware that this nation was founded by people who wouldn’t put up with shit — and died to get rid of that shit.
And then we died in other wars after we established this nation.
We died as conquerors against the indigenous.
We died fighting one another to set the enslaved free.
We died liberating Europe — twice!
We died in idiotic misadventures in Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, and others too numerous to recall.
None of those people wanted to die.
But there comes a time when you stand your ground, no matter the odds, no matter even the inevitability of death:
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.
I’ll be damned if I was born into America only to watch it sink into the kind of Police State we overthrew at our start, that we overthrew in Europe, and that we waged a decades-long war of sacrifice and attrition so we could overthrow Communism.
I’ve lived with the knowledge of what’s coming up for over three years now.
And I long ago decided that only cowards run away.
I’m not going to die a coward.
So you, Ventura, with all your advantages, all of your charisma and power, you’re going to flee like a baby facing a bully?
What the hell kind of American are you?
The kind who’s nothing but a parasite sucking at this country while times are good?
Or the kind who understands that we cannot let fear, imbecility, and force crush us?
Stand your goddammed ground and fight.
We’ve had a two-tour war vet get his skull cracked in Oakland — here in America! — for doing what it’s his God-given unalienable right to do: protest.
You’ve had your testicles fondled and you call it quits over that?
Take a knife and cut off your balls. You no longer need them or deserve them!
There are people out there standing their ground against the entire Machine that has hijacked this country.
Or totally renounce your precious American citizenship and never, ever come back into this once-great land again.
America was not founded by cowards and sissies.
And I’ll be damned if gutless wimps such as this one will win.