Hi
You're raving and not making much sense I'm afraid.
Almost never do.
Of course you probably think you're "winning" this argument, and even if I stated you aren't, you would still think you were getting one over on the Brits.
Nope.
Yup.
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Way I figure it, the Brits did it because they wanted to. I'm good with that.
Now.
I wasn't before when I figured your government done you in, as it were, but talking here made me realize that there actually
ARE people that will trade liberty and freedom for the promise of security. (One of our Old Fashioned Founding Fathers had a comment about
THAT, too.)
I didn't understand that before. I always thought that, "traded his birthright for a mess of pottage," was just a story and that no one would actually
do it, you know.
Me, I remember guys like your Sir Robert Peel saying all that silly old fashioned stuff about it being not just the citizen's right, but DUTY to defend himself, because the Nation is the People, and in defending yourself, you defend the Nation, and how the police are the people and the people are the police, and the guys in uniform being involved in it full time doesn't take any of the responsibility from the citizenry or abrogate their duty to the Nation.
I remember our old fashioned guys talking about how the militia is the people and the people are the militia, probably plagiarizing your Uncle Bob, but trying to remind all the citizens that, for a free state to survive,
ALL the citizens have to be willing to stand up for what's right, no matter what the cost, so
ALL the citizens are the militia.
I remember when someone promised his people that they would fight on the beaches, fight on the landing grounds, fight in the fields and in the streets, fight in the hills; and never surrender. I remember my father's neighbors talking of losing friends and loved ones to make those words come true.
I remember wearing red poppies to decorate the tightly packed memorial markers of men from my home town the end of every May. Tightly packed, because those men tried to preserve the birthright of liberty and freedom for people of countries none of them had ever seen, and their corpses lay, even yet, in those countries.
I remember having to read, "In Flanders Fields," by John McCrae out loud at school:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
I'm totally amazed at how old fashioned I was, thinking proudly that it was I who, in my time, would take up that torch.
I'm totally amazed at how old fashioned I
am, insisting on getting involved when everyone around me wants to wait for, "the professionals," to come and deal with the woman bleeding on the floor or the guys starting a knife fight in the restaurant, sometimes to the point of waiting for
OTHER PEOPLE to CALL the professionals, pausing only to take a picture or two with their cell phone.
To me, my birthright is worth dying for. It's worth killing for. It's worth standing up and holding all kinds of outmoded ideas like duty to myself, those around me, and the nation, and doing all kinds of old fashioned things like defending the freedoms and liberties of
everyone, even the people I dislike, disagree with, or find inconvenient.
But, hey: It's your birthright and you can do whatever you want with it.