It’s 2024, yet Democrat governors believe it is the early 1960’s (or 1860’s) and they are somehow no longer bound to follow federal law or obey the President of the United States, to whom the Constitution gives the power to enforce federal law.
Back in 1962, two Democrat segregationist governors attempted to defy the 1954 Supreme Court ruling in Brown v. Board of Education, outlawing racial segregation in public schools.
“THE MORE PEOPLE CHANT ABOUT THEIR FREEDOM AND HOW FREE THEY ARE, THE MORE LOUDLY I HEAR THEIR CHAINS RATTLING.” -GEORGE ORWELL
The song is “American Heart” by patriot Jon David Kahn and can be purchased here:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/american-heart-single/id433431080
Disarming the police will leave us unprotected and defenseless against danger, but words will never hurt us.
Limiting the right to free speech by citing, “political correctness” stunts intellectual growth and will catapult us into a totalitarian regime that our country has never seen before, but words will never hurt us.
Agitating a race war will tear our country apart and cost countless innocent lives, but words will never hurt us.
I used to love politics.
I suppose in a way, I had an advantage. Born in the late 70s, I grew up in Reagan’s America. By the time I was eight years old, I watched the nightly news with my dad every single day. We didn’t talk about it unless I had questions, but it was an unspoken ritual; a thing we shared. I remember that feeling of there being a real man in the White House; a man of courage, and honor, a man who could inspire and lead but wouldn’t talk down to the little guy. I wrote him a letter once, when I was about nine. I got a courteous reply — not from him, of course, but from a White House staffer sending back a pre-signed template in his name — but to me, it was the same thing, and I was elated. Being a little kid with a man like Reagan in the White House was not all that different from being a little kid with a good dad. You trusted him to protect you, provide for you, and do whatever dad stuff needed doing. Whatever came up, he could handle it. Even when you weren’t paying close attention to one another — you doing your thing, he doing his — his mere presence was comforting.
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