The echoes rattle the cracked foundation of the colonial cobblestone, a streaking horse pierces the coarse evening air, and a lone rider, enveloped only by the fog of his own breath, but guided by an indelible love of liberty, shouts to the homes of his fellow patriots, “The socialists are coming! The socialists are coming!” Sound familiar? Well, it should! Perhaps no other calling is as critical as that which rings across this sacred land today. As Obama’s minions of socialism attempt to usher in a new era of big government, the so-called welfare of the people has become the...