by Douglas Mercer
WE JUST CELEBRATED the Fourth, the ideal time for the Republicans to engage in some criminal revisionism. On Independence Day Republican Mike Pompeo thought it a fit time to rear back and lay on the bull with a trowel, to lard up the toast with some patriotic butter — so much butter that soon you’ll keel over from death and diabetes.
Apparently, if you listen to him, America’s founders wanted to take that Haitian wading in the river and adorn him with an Adam Smith tie and give him a copies of Locke and Montesquieu. Who knew?
Our forebears were willing to risk everything for a dream. A dream of freedom and of opportunity. A dream that says no matter where you come from, no matter what your background is, if you work hard and live honestly and justly, you can succeed. This is the American Dream.
Really? Is that the one you want go with? A few clicks can dispel this myth, as when John Jay said:
With equal pleasure I have as often taken notice that Providence has been pleased to give this one connected country to one united people – a people descended from the same ancestors, speaking the same language, professing the same religion, attached to the same principles of government, very similar in their manners and customs, and who, by their joint counsels, arms, and efforts, fighting side by side throughout a long and bloody war, have nobly established general liberty and independence.
And then there was that bit about “free White people.”
See, that wasn’t hard. That intellectual sludge about “all backgrounds” was as alien to the founders as a Jew wandering in capital city Germania. But that doesn’t stop them from laying it on so thick you have to cut it with a Teutonic battle axe.
Back to Pompeo:
Not divided by race or gender or class or region; but as a single, indivisible people devoted to the common good of this nation we love. We can do this today by remembering what makes America exceptional and dedicate ourselves, once more, to safeguarding the enduring principles upon which it was founded. If we can do this, we will soon find the American Dream not only restored but full of greater promise than ever before.
What planet is he living on? Certainly not this one. Blacks burn down cities, statues topple, Blacks rampage criminally, Africans are at the southern border, illegal aliens get free health care and can vote, “reparations” are given, Blacks kill some 30 White people a month, White names are removed, White pictures are taken down, and this pious fool says we are one people!
Hell no, we’re not. We are not one people. It will not be a civil war because a civil war is a war among the same people.
The Pompous One’s idol, Jesus of Nazareth, was alleged to have said that the truth will set us free. But P1 lies through his teeth in the vain hope that we can get back to being one nation. But the real and only America was always a White nation — and when it was no longer that, the dream was dead.
The “American Dream” he ballyhoos is dead.
Dead as a doornail.
Dead, dead, dead.
Dead as White people will be if we follow his ilk.
America needs a new message. Not one of defeat and decline, but one of vital optimism, grounded in the timeless, sacred principles of our nation: that we are all created equal, that we are endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. These words, penned by Thomas Jefferson before he would serve as America’s first secretary of state, are alive in the hearts of every American today, despite the challenges before us.
To say that he is “fighting the last war” is a misstatement. He’s not fighting a war at all. He’s closing his eyes and dreaming a stupid, worthless dream of red, white and blue bunting draped all over Cracktown and Meth City. He’s living in a Gunnar Myrdal fantasyland where all the races “sing in perfect harmony,” and sweet equality is the order of the day. He is promoting unicorns and fairy dust and telling us that we are one people, “the American people.”
It’s the Fourth, after all, and the fireworks are going off, so all the pious bromides are trotted out; all the mendacious lies are repeated.
If we don’t stop this avalanche of bilge, these so-called all-American naïfs will be the death of us all.
Certainly these fog-addled fools can’t lead us to victory in the future, because they cannot even see the past — or the present.
They also can neither see nor feel the sharpened blades about to enter their throats.
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