This was sent to me, and it is so profound I needed to share it with everyone. I wish I knew who wrote this short compelling essay.
“I have no idea who wrote this essay, but it certainly broadcasts a loud and important message. There will surely be some ‘deniers’, but it’s hard to argue with these sentiments.
Men, like nations, think they’re eternal. What man in his 20s or 30s doesn’t believe, at least subconsciously, that he’ll live forever? In the springtime of youth, an endless summer beckon.
As you pass 70, it’s harder to hide from reality.
Nations also have seasons: Imagine a Roman of the 2nd century contemplating an empire that stretched from Britain to the Near East, thinking: This will endure forever. Forever was about 500 years, give or take. France was pivotal in the 17th and 18th centuries; now the land of Charles Martel is on its way to becoming part of the Muslim ummah.
In the 19th and early 20th centuries, the sun never set on the British empire; now Albion exists in a perpetual twilight. Its 95-year-old sovereign is a fitting symbol for a nation in terminal decline.
In the 1980s, Japan seemed poised to buy the world. Business schools taught Japanese management techniques. Today, its birth rate is so low, and its population is aging so rapidly, that an industry has sprung up to remove the remains of elderly Japanese who die alone.
I was born in 1941, almost at the midpoint of the 20th century – the American century. America’s prestige and influence were never greater. Thanks to the “Greatest Generation”, we won a World War fought throughout most of Europe, Asia, and the Pacific. We reduced Germany to rubble and put the rising sun to bed.
It set the stage for almost half a century of unprecedented prosperity. We stopped the spread of communism in Europe and Asia. We fought international terrorism. We rebuilt our enemies and lavished foreign aid on much of the world. We built skyscrapers and rockets to the moon. We conquered Polio and now COVID. We explored the mysteries of the Universe and the wonders of DNA, the blueprint of life.
But where is the glory that once was Rome? America has moved from a relatively free economy to socialism – which has worked so well NOWHERE in the world. We’ve gone from a republican government guided by a constitution to a regime of revolving elites. We have less freedom with each passing year. Like a signpost to the coming reign of terror, the cancel culture is everywhere. We’ve traded the American Revolution for the Cultural Revolution.
The pathetic creature in the White House is an empty vessel filled by his handlers. At the G-7 Summit, Dr. Jill had to lead him like a child. In 1961, when we were young and vigorous, our leader was too. Now a feeble nation is technically led by the oldest man to ever serve in the presidency.
We can’t defend our borders, our history (including monuments to past greatness) or our streets. Our cities have become anarchist playgrounds. We are a nation of dependents, mendicants, and misplaced charity. Homeless veterans camp in the streets while illegal aliens are put up in hotels.
The president of the United States can’t even quote the beginning of the Declaration of Independence correctly. Ivy League graduates routinely fail history tests that 5th graders could pass a generation ago.
Crime rates soar and we blame the 2nd. Amendment and slash police budgets.
Our culture is certifiably insane. Men who think they’re women and vice a verse. People who fight racism by seeking to convince members of one race that they’re inherently evil, and others that they are perpetual victims. A psychiatrist lecturing at Yale said she fantasizes about “unloading a revolver into the head of any white person.” We slaughter the unborn in the name of freedom, while our birth rate dips lower year by year.
Our national debt is so high that we can no longer even pretend that we will repay it one day. It’s a $28-trillion monument to our improvidence and refusal to confront reality. Our “entertainment” is sadistic, nihilistic, and as enduring as a candy bar wrapper thrown in the trash. Our music is noise that spans the spectrum from annoying to repulsive.
Patriotism is called insurrection, treason celebrated, and perversion sanctified. A man in blue gets less respect than a man in a dress. We’re asking soldiers to fight for a nation our leaders no longer believe in as they emerge themselves in critical race theory. How meekly most of us submitted to Fauci-ism (the regime of face masks, lockdowns, and hand sanitizers) shows the impending death of the American spirit.
How do nations slip from greatness to obscurity?
· Fighting endless wars, they can’t or won’t win.
· Accumulating massive debt far beyond their ability to repay.
· Refusing to guard their borders, allowing the nation to be inundated by an alien horde.
· Surrendering control of their cities to mob rule.
· Allowing indoctrination of the young
· Moving from a republican form of government to an oligarchy.
· Losing national identity.
· Indulging indolence.
· Abandoning faith and family – the bulwarks of social order.
In America, every one of these symptoms is pronounced, indicating an advanced stage of the disease which people don’t pay attention to in our death spiral.
Even if the cause seems hopeless, do we not have an obligation to those who sacrificed so much to give us what we had?
I’m surrounded by ghosts urging me on, the Union soldiers who held Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg, the battered bastards of Bastogne, those who served in the cold hell of Korea, the guys who went to the jungles of Southeast Asia and came home to be reviled or neglected.
This is the nation that took in my immigrant grandparents, whose uniform my father and most of my uncles wore in the Second World War. I don’t want to imagine a world without America, even though it becomes increasingly likely.
During Britain’s darkest hour, when its professional army was trapped at Dunkirk and a German invasion seemed imminent, Churchill reminded his countrymen, “Nations that go down fighting rise again, and those that surrender tamely are finished.” The same might be said of causes. If we let America slip through our fingers, if we lose without a fight, what will posterity say of us?
While the prognosis is far from good, only God knows if America’s day in the sun is. Stand for America, or we’ll surely die.”
This sums up quite succinctly what is happening in our world. It seems sad, and indeed it is but for those of us who believe in Jesus and the second coming of Christ, it’s prophecy being fulfilled. “Fear not for I am with thee,” says the Lord!!!
Regretfully true… at least what we see in all media.
Let me explain. We had the opportunity to attend our first ever rodeo: World’s Oldest Rodeo Prescott. It was packed. A family party atmosphere with that uncle, if you get what I am trying to say.
What I saw was another side to this article, though it takes nothing away from it but perhaps gives a slight glimmer of hope. What I saw was true Americana. The cowboy hats, the boots, the jeans, the horses, the bulls, and families, the loud excited chatter, the meeting of friends, the smiles. The friendliest people you could ever meet starting at the line for parking a good hour before the start of the event. Many must have come as soon as the “doors” were open at 5:30pm for 7:30pm rodeo start. There was food, there were cowboy boots and all sorts of rodeo related product on sale.
I had the best quesadilla ever for my dinner at the covered bleachers while observing the activities around us and listening to the loudspeakers as the continuing flow of people filled the seats with their personal selection of food and drink.
The rodeo show starts with cowboys and cowgirls on horses with flags advertising the sponsors of the event. Too many to count. All riding well-groomed fabulous horses of all colors. The arena empties.
And then something happened that brought me to tears and yet does as I am writing this. A single cowboy on a horse proudly flying the flag of this great nation rode to the arena. He rides around and stops at the center facing the bleachers. The horse stands still. The rider holds the flag. We all rise up. Men take their hats off. Right hands are placed on hearts. God bless America is sung. Bold prayer is offered in Jesus name. Stars Spangled Banner, America’s national anthem, is sung. I was overcome by the sincerity of it all. It was real. And it touched me to my very core.
The spirit of this nation is yet alive. Is that the minority? I don’t know. What I do know is this: it is not as loud and at your face every waking hour as the spirit of opposition, the globalism, is.
Great article, Sad but true! This really speaks truth to the rot at the core of the mainstream globalist media. Now how can we stand up and fight for our country?