Goodbye My Old Friend

This is no longer my country. I lay in quiet wait for my country to be born from the ashes of the constitution of that fallen country, "The United States of America". I reject the subversive movement that has stolen it home, its' identity, its' soul. I reject the idol worshipers and the idol they choose as the symbol of their decadent climax in the rise to power. It has taken a hundred years for this cancer to claim the life of the last cell of hope for liberty and personal freedom, and leave hope only for the cancer itself.

Some say there was no choice, and some mistook two different strains of the disease as choice, but the fact remains that the only real change to embrace was rejected by duped contributors to both strains of the disease. What cancerous cell would openly embrace the medicine that would end its' life?

On this election night, November 4th, 2008, I would have to voice these same sentiments, no matter which disguised force of evil marched forward victorious. Personally, I would have preferred a more immediate death of a soldier in the empire over the slow death of a slave to socialism, but that is neither here nor there. The fact remains that both are just different strains of the same cancer.

Some may still be so ignorant of reality that they will claim an opportunity to unite this great divide, but I shall have none of that nonsense. The divide is now only between the left hand and the right hand of the cancer. Closing that divide can serve no purpose to saving the visions of the Founding Fathers and defeating the disease. Encouraging that divide, can serve no purpose either, beyond providing the environment for a third and separate movement to birth and grow, and in that direction, I support that second choice.

John McCain can not be my president. Barack Hussein Obama is not my president. My president is not known yet and my country has not been born yet. It will show itself in the future. Born from the remains and destruction left behind by the practices of socialism on the left, the empire on the right, and the internal struggle and death of the two. I know not what name it shall take. I know not what surface area of this earth it shall claim as home. I know not who its' leader will be. But I do know that it would never have the likes of John McCain or Barack Hussein Obama in its' ranks.

With heavy heart, I bid farewell to "The United States of America". I hardly recognize you on your death bed. I shall wait for the birth of your child. Fresh with the purity and innocence of your youth. I give myself to that child when it comes. I will protect it and speak for it. I will shed my blood in defense of it. It has been a long slow death and not unexpected. Still it is a
bitter pill to swallow when the last chance to beat death is rejected and fools, lost in some misguided and misrepresented counsel, fight over who will pull the plug, and then rejoice in winning the role of hangman.

I shall wait for your child. Good-bye my old friend.

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