Posted on 11/20/2012 3:00:28 PM PST by mojito
The sense of living in an occupied country has been growing on me for several decades now. I live in Canada, and am thus “a voice from America’s crazy attic” (Robertson Davies’ phrase, somewhat extended). I was born into a different kind of country. Yet all my life I have been watching the transformation, watching the politicians at work, watching the incremental social fallout, without fully grasping the extent.
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I wonder how many Americans, on the morning of November 7th, got up feeling something terrible had happened. From a number of my Republican friends, I got this impression. It wasn’t the same as 2008, when they got up feeling they’d lost the election.
It was instead a feeling of being surrounded by people who don’t get the point, who didn’t grasp the stakes, who let something pass. The people had now voted explicitly to go over the “fiscal cliff,” to accept ObamaCare as a new way of life, with the destruction of Catholic institutions, etc.
And there’d be no going back. America was the last place on Earth where the people did not accept being pushed around, being changed by social engineering. They’d taken pride in this.
But now America is an occupied country.
(Excerpt) Read more at thecatholicthing.org ...
I actually cried myself to sleep election night, and I still am in mourning. Losing our republic through voter fraud feels just like losing a family member.
I wish it weren’t so, but it’s true.
Resistance? Oh, I do too. But, resistance to what? The enemy is such an amorphous and insidiously pervasive blur.
147 years, to be precise.
Some of the comments following the article, or even most, are really great.
Food for thought.
What if we really knew what was coming, would we fight?
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