Kenders' Musings

-flyover-state-patriotic-will-kick-your-patchouli-reeking-ass-for-burning-a flag-in-front-of-us-sons-a-bitches) are doing what we do for OUR children. Not yours. We believe you can raise your limp wristed granola muncher any damned way you want to and we should have the same right.

We don't care what you want to tell your kid at home but you shouldn't be telling our kids that in school. We don't care about your twisted warped, weak ass, socialist ideas, they were NOT what this country was founded on. This country was founded on the idea of the individual not the collective. You want that? Move to europe and do me a favor, tell them as soon as all you panty-waisted socialist twits get over there the good ol' U.S. of A. will step back and let europe pay for their own national defense and we'll see how long that welfare state lasts.

I know a bunch of you are thinking America is going the way of europe.

Think again.

The leaders in D.C., as many of you have finally (possibly too late) realized are pushing us towards socialism. This infuriates me. It terrifies me. It also gives me courage. I don't have a lot in the world in the way of material possessions. I don't have much money and live (for now) at what would be, if I were alone in this world, a poverty level. What I do have is family and friends which gives me more riches than any king ever knew for I know they stand beside me not because of what I can give them but for who I am.

Most important to me in this world is my son. My brilliant, precocious son. He has a heart as big as the world, endless potential and a mind that I have learned eclipses that of his mother and I when we were his age. In a world of unbridled freedom and equal opportunity, where he could rise as high as his intellect and ambition could take him he could be an unstoppable force, achieving goals I simply cannot imagine.

In a world of socialist statism, where the goal is equal outcomes, not equal opportunity, he will be hobbled, constrained by the natural order of people not as intelligent or ambitious or even as lucky as others who are raised up artificially by a government led not be the tenets of Liberty but by the tenets of "fairness."

This shall not happen on my watch and if it does it won't be because I sat around unwilling to back my words with actions, letting the sacrifices of better men who have gone before me meaningless and allowing my son to live in a world where freedom is simply an abstract concept.

I will NOT let these socialist bastards steal my country and my liberty without a fight. We are quickly approaching the time when words will be useless and sides must be chosen. Either one believes in the greatness of the human spirit unbridled to lift themselves up or they believe we are incapable and simply subjects of those who would "lead" us as lambs are led to slaughter.

Call me an extremist, call me a terrorist or call me a patriot, by your words will I know where you stand. By your words will I know whether you are friend or foe. By your words shall you live or die a free man beside me or a slave to tyrants.

By your words.

In my dreams I hear

The roar and screams of battle

In my dreams I hear

A brave soldiers lone death rattle

In my dreams I hear

The sound of scared men praying

In my dreams I hear

Taps a-sadly playing

In my dreams I hear

The Minute Men a-callin'

In my dreams I hear

The millions who have fallen

In my dreams I hear

The whispers in the night

Your freedom is a precious thing

So don't give up the fight

In my dreams the soldiers speak

Of lives they gave for me

In my dreams I thank them for

The gift of being free

In my dreams I hear the words

A lonely plaintive sound

In my dreams I whisper back

I will not let you down

We met in the ether of cyberspace,

sarcastic flirts on a facebook page

Sadness profound tinged your words tart

In them I heard the death of a heart

My heart laid on a soul shattered badly

Which caused my words to be spoken sadly

Within those curt words of loss and betrayal

You sensed a heart striving, refusing to fail

You lifted my up with love sweetly kind

Causing my heart to emit a faint shine

Here, you whispered, it's not truly broke

AS it shone in the past should give us some hope

Hearts such as these never really die

The soul deep within them will always try

So you raised me up as I did for you

Our love like sunflowers quickly grew

Always searching for the brightside

Our love it pounds as storm tossed sea tide

Strong and steady eternal grace

As form one life to next we race

Eternal love my soul to yours

From mountaintops to scottish moors

From era to era year to year

Losing us our only fear

Life to life we play this game

Sometimes obscure sometimes in fame

But when the game is done at last

And before heavens host we stand

The angels chorus will raise on high

A song of envy and lost pride

For surely no heavenly host exists

Who owns a love as deep as this

and history will sing of Kenders heart

How he and his angel could not be apart

And the legends of love will bow before

The Queen of the Heart and Kender her Lord