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, November 20, 2014
THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
I have not written anything in two weeks as I am so incredibly tired. Not to worry, as I have been just as tired before and have learned to find strength in my alter ego, Don Quixote, a mad man with a dream; 'The Impossible Dream' to be exact, for in that dream I find the strength to go on, undaunted by overwhelming odds, ever ready to deal with whatever obstacle that lie in my path.
Perhaps at times I am overly critical of my fellow man as they tarry in the face of grave danger, or seek hope where none is to be found. They search for answers while asking the wrong questions, and seek solace in a world gone mad, all the time they are looking for someone to lead them when it is they who should look deep within their own soul to find the strength and courage to lead others.
What is to be gained from cowering in the shadows as the world and time marches on? Is living another day worth the effort when life has become meaningless and directed by the whims of those who have abandoned all of the principles of a decent humanity? Is your own mere survival worth abandoning the morals of our forefathers and the precepts of all that they held sacred?
So very many are convinced that we are living in the end of days and have accepted that reality, thus giving up any claim to tomorrow, their own future, and the future of our young. They are mistaken! I was once a loyal fan of Glenn Beck but since he started telling America that prophecy is being enacted and the only hope is to surrender and accept the situation, I quite honestly begin to doubt his grip on reality.
I do not believe that we are facing the end times other than the end times of America, and those who have already surrendered are going to leave one helluva mess for the rest of us to clean up. Will we be able to? That will depend purely on our numbers, our courage, an iron will, and an unrelenting determination to persevere in the face of the progressive agenda, and the apathetic state of mind of so many of our fellow citizens.
Art, be it the beautiful soft pastels of a Renoir, a ballerina gracefully gliding through the air, or a photo of Earth rising over the harsh lunar surface, affects us. Profound words of Shakespeare, the dramatic prose of Tolstoy, or the soul stirring words of Victorian poets strike a note within us, but I do not believe that anything can move the human soul as does our music.
Many have marched into battle to the tune of fife and drums or bagpipes and died by the thousands. Then there are songs such as "The Battle Hymn Of The Republic". How many young men have heard the words "As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free", and did just that? They shed life's blood in the name of improving the lot of humanity, a long standing American trait.
There is something very wrong with our people today as those sacred words have been altered to "Let is LIVE to make men free". Freedom, as our Founders and our forefathers have shown, is something that is kept alive only through a willingness to sacrifice, and over time that willingness has seeped away, leaving so many of us devoid of character, awash in a sea of turpitude, lacking a moral compass and not knowing which way to swim.
There is a great deal of difference in "Let us die to make men free" and "Let is live to make men free". Do you perceive the difference?
Our Battle Hymn is perhaps my second favorite song, but far and away my favorite is "The Impossible Dream" for it was in those beautiful words that I could never find on my own, that I found myself.
I watched that movie some forty years ago and recall the people in the theater laughing as Peter O'Toole/Don Quixote battled a windmill, convinced in his madness that it was an evil giant, but he had the courage to engage that evil giant. I also recall the audience, sitting in absolute silence, as this this 'madman' spoke with a reverence about the better angels of mankind and all that is noble. Today I fear that nobility is nearly extinct.
I started writing on the internet shortly after Obama took office and discussed the topic of 'Honor'. I told the few readers that I had at the time to listen to political rhetoric and if they ever heard our political leaders discussing honor to mark the event on their calender. I have followed my own advice and have yet to see the topic broached. Honor was once a very important part of the American state of mind. It was during the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, on both sides, and most certainly during the Second World War. Where has it gone? Where is the honor of our forefathers, the honor that Don Quixote tried to keep alive during the Spanish Inquisition, and the honor that I have pursued for a lifetime?
Well, I am seventy years old and well aware that honor may well die with me, but I don't think so. Some people just seem born to be good, while others are born to be bad, and I must believe that no matter how corrupt this world gets there will still be those who are willing to die to make men free.
As for my madman hero, and his and my Impossible Dream, I shall leave you with a video, consisting of three different parts of that magnificent movie and its effort to portray honor as something to both live and die for. The first segment is when Don Quixote explains to Dulcinea in song what causes him to behave as he does. The second clip is when he is on his death bed and Dulcinea comes to him asking still more about his quest. The final clip is when Miguel de Cervantes, author of 'Don Quixote', is being called before the Spanish Inquisition, and he faces that inquisition bravely.
Such are the people I would love to see in this world today. It would be a better place.
The Impossible Dream
Yes, I am a crazy old idealist and it is a bit late in life to change, and I would not want to anyway as I feel that I have good company. The Founders were idealists, as were the men who fought and died for freedom, and let us not forget all of those whose names have been forgotten; the average everyday American that simply put in an honest day's work and taught their children to grow into honorable adulthood. I am simply trying to carry on in a great American tradition.
If you are inclined to watch the whole movie you will find it here.
Man Of La Mancha