234 years in the making, Patriots from every part of the United States of America gathered in hundreds of rallies to do more than make a statement of remembrance for what our ancestors did.
We re-lived their actions.
The expression is, "History repeats itself."
And that is what happened yesterday. History repeated itself. The original Tea Party was a protest of a burdensome, undesired and undeserved tax imposed by a tyrannical king unwilling to listen to the voice of his subjects.
In Duluth alone more than a thousand gathered to protest the unjust laws being enacted by an uncaring and not-listening gang of representatives. Nation wide there were an estimated 5 million or more.
As did King George those many years ago, King Hussein Obama chose to not listen to the voices of the People.
"Obama skips out on boisterous rally" reads the WaPo headline... but we know better. He didn't 'skip'. Like the coward he is, he ran out of town on the pretext of chatting with NASA 'employees'- none of whom were present at the fund-raiser dinner.
"...Among the thousands of "tea party" protesters that gathered Thursday at Freedom Plaza, a stone's throw from the White House, were dozens of signs directed at President Obama, some demanding "Listen To Me!" others asking "Why Can't You Hear Us?"..."
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2010/apr/16/obama-skips-out-on-boisterous-tea-party/We know why he couldn't hear us. Our desires do not fit his agenda of creating a nation of servants to his whim.
Now we will see if anyone else listens. Should the PTB in D.C. choose not to...
History repeats itself.
There are detractors of the new Tea Parties. A media that denigrates and marginalizes the people. Tories, subservient and boot-licking to the king, threaten and disrupt the rallies. Politicians in a government who turn deaf ears to the real needs of their employers, treat them like field hands, and worse- ignore them.
Only a fool or someone totally blind and ignorant of what Life is about would choose to allow the history of this nation of Freedom, Peace loving citizens to repeat itself.
"Good morning, Lord. Thank You for giving me one more day to get it right. Today is Friday, April 16, 1776..."
And a shock went through me, my morning ritual of greeting the day, jolting me totally awake as I realized what I'd just said. My next thought was wonder if that is something spoken by John Hancock, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, or John Q Public, this day 234 years ago.
Did they also awaken the day after their Tea Party and thank God for giving them "one more day to get it right", hoping in their heart that King George would listen?
Did they arise, unshutter their window to look upon a bright morning, hear the bird-song and watch the cool breeze wave the branches of the leafless forest about them, thinking of the duty this day brought? The plowing, the seeding, the cleaning of harness and tools, of feeding their livestock, providing for their own.
Did they wonder what kind of news this day would bring about their actions of the previous day? What would the effect be when the King heard the news?
Did they look to the rifle and powder horn, the bag of round balls hanging above the mantle and say a silent prayer that those tools would not be necessary today?
Did they sip their morning tea in fearful thought of what they'd done- all the while hoping common sense and calm heads would prevail?
Despite it all, did they steel their nerve, resolve to see this issue through to the end, regardless the personal cost, knowing this was not for themselves, but for those soft, joyous faces of the children still sleeping in the rooms above? Knowing it was for those they did not yet know but dreamt of one day bouncing on their knee, of tickling under the chin, of holding close and telling them he loved them. Did they shake their head and rebuke the devils of war invading their thoughts?
Did they wonder about those neighbors who derided and discounted and ridiculed them their actions, their beliefs, their desires to be free, to just be heard by those in power?
Did they wonder upon which of those neighbors could they depend when the moments came to act upon the declaration they'd made yesterday? Could those who agreed in principle yet stood on the sidelines be counted upon to help carry the burden that could soon be thrust upon them all?
In conclusion to yesterday's lakeside event, all who'd served in uniform to this great country were asked to organize to the side of the field. As we stood- nearly one third the attendance, about 400 men and women- in haphazard formation, Lee Greenwood's song "God Bless the U.S.A." was played.
"...I'll gladly stand up next to you and defend Her still today..."
These were men we knew we could count upon because they were there, made their intentions clear, unequivocal. These were men who had already loaded and primed their rifles, had sharpened their knives. Men who knew the taste of fear and the smell of gunpowder and blood upon their hands, who'd seen brothers fall beside them and knew the finality of death's action to life. These were men who'd answered the questions in no uncertain terms, knew the consequences that could come because of their beliefs, their love of country, but most, for love of their family.
These were men with teary eyes worthy of standing beside.
These were Patriots.
Bless God, God bless us in that history need not repeat itself to keep us free.
Shy III
