“Nothing to stop them...America is finished” you say? Do you really believe that or are you just pulling legs with that thought?
Yep, America is finished! Been finished for a long time. We still call it America, but it isn’t. Do you call a butterfly a caterpillar after the caterpillar has changed to a butterfly? I don’t. But in this case, we still call America - America. But it is not America, it is now some weird and hideous metamorphisis.
How does one make a simple answer to a question that touches the dying embers of a nation's soul, which by all that's right and holy should now be a raging hearth's blaze?
For twenty-six years, I wore my pride in my home and people like a second skin beneath my uniform. I stood on foreign soil defending her ideals, as a shield between my loved ones and the war's desolation. I spoke the words, walked the path, wielded the weapons, and endured the scorn of those who would tear my country down because they seemingly had nothing better to do.
But today, four years after donning that uniform for the last time, I have seen those same people - contemptuous agents of an ideology alien to these shores - slowly erect, then slowly impose, the mechanisms of the engine of tyranny upon my land. Even now, that engine is sputtering and coughing into life. And there is no end to the number of willing hands to bring that engine roaring down upon the hapless folk who unwittingly allowed it to take shape.
But there are a growing number of strong voices, strong hands and able backs who will once again shoulder the load of true patriot love of this land of ours. Those voices sound off in the dry corners of the digital wilderness, gaining strength and forming a mighty chorus. Many willing hands demand guidance and direction and purpose. These things I have done, with my brothers and sisters in arms and God willing, I shall again.
Because the forces of chaos in this land do not realize the monster they created when they cut me loose from service.