Pat Dollard

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I refuse to look at myself … my country … through the eyes of the world. A world that refuses to glance those eyes into a mirror. A world that refuses to see that it, and we, are in the sights of The Beast.

In the last eight years we have not changed who and what we are. We HAVE taken the initiative to take out a looming threat breathing down our neck on the heels of this country’s biggest and bloodiest attack on our own soil. We HAVE decided to do the hard things to insure that the threats to our country and to the rest of the world have been minimized … even if it hasn’t been the ‘popular’ thing to do. The world, who has a history of falling prey to such evil through little or no resistance cannot possibly understand our reasoning of meeting the threat head-on.

I get so sick of people who claim this President, and by that we, have lost all that “good will” from around the world after September 11, 2001. That wasn’t genuine good will. It was a sympathy card in lieu of actually kicking in and helping our wounds to heal, and practicing preventative medicine … an actual allegiance and commitment to seriously address the root cause of this aggression and ongoing threat. Once again, ‘the world’ has a history of this. Apparently all that ‘good will’ was conditional … We were expected to just sit down, shut up and turn yet another cheek. To NOT cause a ripple in that glassy pool where the beast lay in wait.

The fact is, had this been a democrat president who did everything the way this President has … he would be held high above FDR and JFK. His image would already be on blueprints for Mount Rushmore. Instead, his strength and conviction has set him in images of some of the world’s most evil villains.

In eight years we, America, have NOT changed. The world has changed. They have become complacent cowards. Lazy in mind, body, and soul. We ARE who we always have been. (Yes, there are those within our own society that think with that Euro defeatist attitude about us and our standing in the world. But THEY can never be made happy.) Their countries, already softened by addiction to socialism and neoCommunism because freedom from fascism’s totalitarianism and freedom’s demand for personal responsibility scared them. They have left themselves helpless prey to the cultural and religious predator already licking at their flesh in preparation of devouring them.

And they place upon the table a fabric of fine white linen of appeasement to this beast’s filthy antisocial ways … and set upon that table the finest crystal and china of their Sharia ways and laws, even insisting non-believers acquiesce to the beast’s demands or face the authority of the civilian courts … be labeled racist or bigots … stifle opposition by calling it ‘hate speech’. Do not rock the boat. Do not draw attention. Do not raise a voice. Allow the morphing to proceed without resistance or struggle for preservation of what cost so much in flesh and blood in the past … Just, let it happen quietly … head down, eyes averted, faces covered, mouths sealed shut.

This plague rolled through these same countries just little more than half a century ago. It took a war that scorched the very Earth, and consumed many bodies and souls before it was over. And those that survived … those that remained in the wake of the smoke, ash and rubble were spared to pass on the lessons learned about how one man can get many to follow him. To say and do exactly what he wants. To heed without question or doubt. To do his bidding, and eat his very sins at that table of pristine white linen, fine china, and lucid crystal. And they feasted and feasted … nearly consuming the entire world.

But then there was us. The Americans with all their sloppy patriotism and excessive habits due to freedom and self-governance. Our wicked ‘melted’ ways. Those damn yanks that left their jobs in factories and their family farms … left behind women and children. (To this day those sloppy, excessive damn yanks continue to do just that, join the ranks.)

And when those in Europe who had fallen into the gripping yoke of fascism and threat of death saw those damn yanks coming across their skies, dropping from planes like huge silent flowers from the Heavens, and dragging ashore amid a surf that grew redder and redder with every slogging step they felt something they had not felt in a long time. Hope … and NOT the empty rhetoric ‘hope’ being promised by a false prophet born only of himself. Real hope and change. By the tens of thousands our damn yanks brought hope and change to that continent by the blood, sweat, and tears of each. Our country saw the threat to our friends across the ocean, and knew if they were consumed by this beast that we would be next in his gluttonous eye and salivating jaws. And so, at great cost in blood and money, we did the hard thing … the unpopular thing … and the world was better for it.

We did the hard and unpopular thing again, generations later. And to the contrary of the aggressive anti-American culture within our own country and around the world we, and the world, are the better for it.

Today, in the last eight years, it has been a very similar scenario … The predator is driven by an all consuming ideology of death and domination … and again the world places the linen upon the table, and sets it with all the finery that can be found. They sneer at us for challenging this ravenous beast and cutting off of its many heads. They would prefer we ‘leave it be’ … don’t piss it off and we can coexist. That is why they no longer feel all that ‘good will’ … because we just won’t be converted.

“I will not submit” … we never have, we NEVER will. We refuse to pet the beast and hope it won’t bite off our hand as it snarls at us.

No matter what the disaster anywhere in the world, even in countries we do not consider friends and allies, if there is a people in need, and we can provide for them … get to them … we are there. Even if our nation doesn’t formally respond, our citizens, individually or in charity groups, are there … much to their own risk and expense. We reach into our pockets, we reach into our hearts and souls. We always have, and we always will.

For a country that was treated in its earliest beginnings as a dumping ground for the unwanted in European society, we have grown into the backbone of this world civilization. We continue to give … We continue to rescue … We continue to leave behind our lives and know we might not return to them. We damn filthy sloppy beautiful yanks.

We haven’t changed. The world has changed. They look at us and are in envy and spite that so many who are so different have lived together, side-by-side, for so long under relative peace and coexistence, with one set of laws and social acceptances and justice. And up until a few decades or so ago, those who came to our nation did so in the desire to join us and become part of us.

However, the crisp white linen is being pressed and measured for the table … the crystal is being polished, and the china is coming out of the cabinet.

The waiting beast from within is preparing a place at the table for many beasts that wish to devour us whole. And when we are consumed, the rest of the world will lift their teary eyes to the empty skies, strain for vision at the pounding surf … but the sky will be void of huge silent flowers floating from the clouds … the waters rolling across the foamy sand will not turn red … we will not be coming this time …

We will be … changed.

Perhaps it is time ‘the world’ sees things through our eyes …