Some see, few know, many choose to wander aimlessly in a fog, devoid of sunlight. I seek the light of day and leave the others to their chosen realm of ignorance. They are the ones who have brought this great nation down. I write only for the benefit of those who possess the courage required to restore our birthright.

Thursday, February 20, 2014


Typically I write two or three essays a week. Lately it has been two a day, and I am tired, and fearful, but not disheartened. In such times I know where to go to rejuvenate my soul, and that is to the inspirational words of poets and those who put such words to music. It is there that I find the strength to continue this fight against overwhelming odds and the depraved apathy that has gained such a foothold in this nation that I love so very much.

Looking to many of my fellow Americans I cannot help but feel a certain measure of contempt for they have knowingly sacrificed all that I hold dear, and all that our many patriots have died for. Then I look to fellow patriots and perceive a small glimmer of hope. It is not a blind hope, nor is it a hope that others will do for me what I am unwilling to do for myself. It is a hope born of the courage I see displayed in others like myself who refuse to surrender the torch of liberty. We are outnumbered and aging, and if we fail to keep that torch aloft then we shall enter the age of darkness and despair.

I am not going there. I seek the light, and in that light I shall live, fight, and if need be die; but only a craven, mindless coward can accept the future that is planned for us. Let them wallow in darkness, ignorance and shame. I choose to live a life born of liberty, or shall gladly die in its defense.

You may not like opera but you will like this one. It is from Verdi and is sang in English. The singer is Nana Mouskouri and the words are below. Those words and her voice give me strength; you too may find some comfort there. This link is to the audio. Click it, if you will, and then read these words of idealism, courage, and defiance, as you listen to one of the most beautiful voices this world has ever known.

Song For Liberty

When you sing I'm singing with you liberty
When you cry I cry with you in sorrow
When you suffer I'm praying for you liberty 
For your struggles will bring us a new tomorrow
Days of sad darkness and fear must one day crumble 
For the force of your kindness and love make them tremble
When you sing I'm singing with you liberty
In the void of your absence I keep searching for you

Who are you dream illusion or just reality
Faith ideal desire revolution
I believe you're the symbol of our humanity
Lighting up the world for eternity

I can see why men die to defend you
Try to guard to protect and attend you
When you sing I'm singing with you liberty
With your tears or your joys I love you
Let us sing and rejoice make our own history
Songs of hope with one voice guide us to victory
Liberty, liberty

Sometime I cannot help but feel that our poets are the bravest among us all, for they find the words to inspire; they light the way where only the brave dare follow; they share their very souls that we may grasp the true meaning of life, and of liberty.

Let not that torch of liberty go out!



  1. Thank you Danny for this wonderful and yes, inspirational post.


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