I must agree that the true america weeps for her lost innocence. The land where each man and each woman holds him or herself responsible for actions that have reprecussions only on him or herself. The land where morality is not legislated, simply encouraged. The land where one may use the money he or she has made without someone else telling them how to use it. The land which shows compassion for its neighbors, vengance to its enemies, and supplies protection for its citizens. The land of the free and the home of the brave has become the land of the taxed, and the home of the fearful.
Even our few allies speak of us through gritted teeth. Our enemies grow by the minute. Those we trusted and who trusted us now fear and hate us. The number of poor grow, and all that some can say is to tax the rich to feed them.
And so, the Union soldier grasps at his rifle, standing on the ground where his blood once ran, a tear in his eye. His fight for equality lost in a battle between two arrogant groups, too lost in their own beliefs to bed or stretch.
What we have lost can never come back. But there is hope. There are still Americans who, despite all that works against them, believe in the foundation on which we live. Through the pain she suffered, America still shines a few lights of hope.
I'm not talking about parties or individual issues, I'm talking about those who will defy what they are told and fight, by pen or by sword, to reclaim what they have lost. The hope does not lie in them alone, but in those they guide to truth. I only hope that all can find their own way as well.
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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.
