The Seeds of Revolution are Planted

Opinion

The Seeds of Revolution are Planted
Am I correct in believing Andrew Cuomo, the Governor of New York and his slavish, hand clapping coterie of useful idiots that compose his Progressive legislative body, have brought the Democrat Party, indeed the entire population of New York, out of the shadows of its moral confusion, corruption and hate, into the sordid and dimly illuminated world of murder on demand. Did the Catholic Cuomo, actually create a “Stalinists” State?

They won’t need Gulags, just more centers for women’s choice (euphemism for abortion clinics) where the wholesale murder of infants, even at term (nine months), will proceed at the governments pleasure for the profit of the state by the unholy sale of infant body parts. History tells us of the horrors of murder factories like Auschwitz, the Soviets forced labor camps in the frozen tundra of Siberia and the prisons of Cambodia where the intellectual flower of that country were murdered wholesale. Did Governor Cuomo willingly sign this act authorizing government protected murder because he wanted to? Yes, he did! That makes him evil!

For what it’s worth, Governor Cuomo stands under threat of “excommunication” by the Catholic Church of which he is, or once was, supposedly a communicate. But he doesn’t care because the forty or so years of the stealth indoctrination of Marxist dogma has changed our culture, diminished our moral values and threatens any logical argument against such horrors upon retaliatory threats of racism, homophobia, anti-women and whatever else they can think up.

These changes have rendered our cultural Judeo-Christian moral standards nearly ineffective in resisting the Stalinists transitioning of God’s Church into the Church of Satan. Andrew Cuomo is now Baal, the First Prince of Hell. His robes will be black and blood stained and rites of excommunication, no longer relevant to a once fearful society of Catholic Christians, remains no threat. It’s not politically correct, is it? How dare a mere Bishop of the Church make such a pointless gesture to a Prince of Hell? It simply won’t do!

Political Correctness is the Progressives mechanism that discourages resistance to stupidity and moral turpitude by attacking people who express their support of personal initiative, free speech, individual liberty and the unfettered use of private property. How do people defend themselves when Progressives work tirelessly to remove their only source of self-protection, the 2nd Amendment? Already, to speak against the danger of Progressivism is a heresy that also must be stamped out before it takes hold. It’s a direct assault on our First amendment rights.

If New York is the first state to officially become Stalinist, with Baal Cuomo the first Prince of Hell at it’s helm, which State is next? Oh, most certainly it has to be California with its new Governor Gavin Newsom soon to dawn his robes of office as the second Prince of Hell. Mythology tells us there were only six or seven princes of hell in the world of Demonology so, it remains to be seen who next will stand up and be counted as a follower of crazy Baal.

The once venerable and rich country of Venezuela, following the lead of Maduro, its own Prince of Hell, is collapsing and neither Cuba, Russia or China, can save it. There, they are murdering their own citizens on the streets as apostates who no longer subscribe to the tattered dream of a Socialist utopia. Gov. Cuomo’s dream can’t last either. The human condition simply can’t take it and it finally arrives at the point where more innocent blood will inevitably turn to revolution, not just to change leadership but to bring about the complete and total end of the corruptors. It will be revenge. How will Cuomo exculpate himself before the gallows are built?
Remember, freedom is the goal, the Constitution is the way. Now, go get ‘em!

Editorial: Are we still remembering 9/11?

Opinion

Seventeen years ago, I’m certain you were inundated with people saying “Never forget” and newscasts saying “We will always remember.”

Indeed, the entire nation, and even the world, poured out its heart for America and the major wound we were struck with. It is the kind of thing that people everywhere will remember. The kind of thing that I will tell my children about. It is indeed something one cannot easily forget.

Even the numbers dredge up memories of all kinds. And honestly, not all of them are bad. I have fond memories of that day. Shock, gasp. I know you may have anger at hearing that but think of yourself on that day. Did you have people with you? Were you amongst friends? Do you remember people all over the world start saying ‘we.’

Today, we find anything we can to show how different we are from one another. We are a divided country. I don’t want to take a side and tell you that you are wrong, whatever you think. It is honestly probably why we have issues. We can’t disagree without getting angry.

But think back to that day…

I sat among fellow students in a freshman orientation class in high school. It is scarred into the wall of my brain that our desks were placed in a circle and I had only one or two of my “friends” in the class. There was even a guy in that class that I really did not like. We did not get along and we did not like each other at all. My how quickly and easily that melted away in the glow of a tv screen as I, first hand, watched a second plane fly into the building.

I feel its impact even today, and I was nowhere near New York. I couldn’t feel it at the time, but today I can remember my body shook when it hit, as if it hit me just as hard as it hit the building.

I remember hearing the report about another one hitting the Pentagon. I remember not doing anything in any class except one, Algebra. I remember the rage that permeated every person in that school that day. Not just anger, a burning rage threatening to engulf your soul. A rage that broke chains and welled up from somewhere incredibly dark near the bottom of my stomach. It was more powerful because it sensed itself in every other person.

Seventeen years, do you remember?

Do you remember the songs written and speeches made? Do you remember being an American? Forget the conspiracies about it, forget the doubt about what really happened. Do you remember that specific moment of impact?

It’s not a special anniversary, it’s not the ten or twenty year anniversary. This long since something and we as people tend to only really recall things on nice, round-numbered years.

Are we remembering? Have we forgotten even though we said we wouldn’t?

I don’t think so. I think seventeen years later, people still hurt. I know the people you don’t speak to on this day and the people who need you to speak on this day.

I know the guy who plans a trip every September. I know he doesn’t actually go anywhere except into the woods to be alone. We don’t talk about his trips, I just understand his Dad was in New York that day on business. Isolated near a stream maybe, maybe he’s up a tree. I don’t know where he is, but inside I hear him screaming at the top of his lungs in his isolation.

I know the woman who holds her son up like a banner for his service because she never had the chance to see him grow into anything else after he died fighting for us.

I see counties and cities holding memorials on this day, but I see something else. I see the separation. I see the people forgetting something along the way.

I can’t forget that pain. I can’t forget that day. I can’t forget that tv. I can’t forget the faces. I didn’t lose anyone close to me. I had friends who served, but I didn’t lose anyone so close as a brother, sister, father, mother, cousin. I have been so lucky, so why is this day forever seared into my soul?

Maybe I’m being emotional? Maybe I’m thinking too much? Will you judge me for that? Will you think less if I can’t let go? Or would it be worse if I didn’t care?

What if I didn’t write this and you never read it? You’d go about your day and maybe you would think about what today is or maybe it’d slip by as you try to finish that project just get through a tough day. What if we let this day fade into history as a footnote and we never look back to think about the feelings of that day, the pain, the rage, the hurt, the solace, the people?

What if we forgot?

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