Once upon a time, I had a country. It was called America or the United States, “Columbia, The Gem of the Ocean,” the land of the free and home of the brave. The Founding Fathers envisioned it as a Shining City on a Hill.
For more than two centuries, it blazed across the skies of history. Now, its light flickers. Soon, it may be no more than a trail of dust and debris.
It was the nation that taught humanity the lessons of republican government, personal sovereignty and inalienable rights. It was the foe of tyranny which twice in the last century saved humanity from unspeakable horror.
Now…now we are a nation with leaders whose answer to rampaging psychopaths is to disarm the innocent, leaving them at the mercy of thugs and lunatics, while congratulating themselves on their courage in standing up to the mythical gun lobby, as they travel about with armed guards and live in gated communities.
We are a nation of serfs whose laws are written by geriatric ideologues in black gowns who have made a mockery of democracy and turned the Constitution into an excuse for tyranny and bizarre social experiments.
We’re a nation which betrays its historic friends while slobbering over its foes, whose response to the cold-blooded murder of 3,000 Americans was a decade-long orgy of tolerance and understanding for the death cult that animated the murderers, dubbed the “religion of peace.”
America 2013 is epitomized by Barack Hussein Obama, a man who so despises this nation and every thing it stands for that he can’t even bring himself to say that there’s anything objectively special about the country he leads (American “exceptionalism”), who showed his contempt for Middle America right at the start, when he characterized small towns as the haunts of religious zealots, gun nuts and bigots – a president who’s determined to govern without Congress and outside the Constitution, who’s committed to expanding government as rapidly as possible – for whom “revenue-enhancement” is a religion and mega-deficits are a ritual.
Still, the man who occupies the White House, the way Germany occupied France during World War II, is a symptom, not the disease. As a conservative congressman recently remarked: “I think we can survive another four years of this guy. I’m not sure we can survive another four years of a country that would reelect this guy.”
It wasn’t the media or the elites that ushered in the Age of Obama. We the people put him in office and we kept him there.
He’s given us the longest sustained period of 7%-plus unemployment since the Great Depression, and we reelected him. He’s given us our only trillion-dollar deficits – one for every year he’s been in office – and we reelected him. Due to his war on energy, gas prices more than doubled on his watch, and we reelected him. He nationalized health insurance, resulting in huge increases in premiums, and we reelected him.
Due to a failure to mount a rescue operation (while he was off playing golf), a U.S. ambassador and three others died in Benghazi, and we reelected him. His administration spent weeks denying it was terrorism, and we reelected him. He called the Ft. Hood massacre (perpetrated by a Muslim militant shouting “Allah is great!”) “workplace violence,” and we reelected him.
His Justice Department became an enabler of the New Black Panther Party, and we reelected him. ATF ran guns to Mexican drug lords, and we reelected him. He told businessmen who somehow managed to make a profit in his economy, that their success was due to the collective (“You didn’t build that”), and we reelected him. His family takes lifestyles-of-the-rich-and-famous vacations at our expense, while the ranks of the chronically unemployed swell, and we reelected him.
No wonder zombie movies are so popular.
Those of us who still believe in America are confronted with the appalling choice of two political parties. One is run by a conglomeration of radicals, panhandlers and perpetually aggrieved minorities; the other has turned our values into campaign slogans which it sneers at in non-election years. The Reptilian National Chairman recently castigated his party’s base for “acting like Old Testament heretics” (sic.) by taking his party’s platform seriously.
We are fiscally and spiritually bankrupt. We are rubes at the county fair who fall for the most absurd nostrums, and gape in awe at the panaceas that are peddled to us, who care more for “Dancing With The Stars” (while Obama dances with the Czars) and the latest mini-series than our nation’s survival.
We allow the decent and the honorable – the Boy Scouts, law-abiding gun owners, entrepreneurs – to be vilified. We arm our enemies ($1.5 billion in military aid to Egypt’s Muslim Brotherhood), undercut our allies (dictating extinction borders to Israel), surrender our sovereignty and sell our inheritance for a bowl of government pottage.
What can be done? First, accept the reality that we will probably lose – that those of us over 40 may well be the last generation of real Americans.
But in that acceptance, there is power and, perhaps, hope. In “Band of Brothers,” a captain advises a private who admits his fear: “The only hope you have is to accept the fact at that you’re dead and the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier’s supposed to function.”
America may yet beat the odds, though the prospects grow dim. If not, what better than to die for than the country that once was? While there are still words to write and speak, ballots to cast, flags to wave, cases to argue and noble gestures to make, duty requires us to resist. Peacefully if possible but failing that, resist by all means even in the face of a tyrannical government machine that will come after us with death in its eyes.
Like the Marines who died in a green hell in the Pacific and the 101st Airborne who fell at Bastogne – like those who stayed at machine gun emplacements until the last bullet was fired and were later found dead with the bodies of the enemy piled up around them – we must fight to the last.
Our sacrifice will be an appeal to Heaven that may yet avert what now seems inevitable. Or, perhaps, centuries hence, another people will arise to claim the title of “Americans,” more worthy of it than our contemporaries. May they be inspired by the example of the last of the old Americans.
Don Feder is a former Boston Herald writer who is now a political/communications consultant. He also maintains his own website, DonFeder.com