I didn’t understand the rush to leave 2012… only to arrive in ’13. We survived last year and should have just remained there.
‘Thirteen holds little promise.
We have never faced an oppressive Marxist government that promises to crush our freedom as does this government.
I don’t see that as a reason to “celebrate”… 13 is an unlucky number… you may have heard; some swanky hotels’ floors jump from 12 to 14 without a thought.
So should we.
To think otherwise is to dance to the last of Nero’s fiddling.
We are literally in a desperate fight for our future… and this time (unlike the Marxists who routinely espouse it) it truly is “for the children.”
For those of us closing in on Social Security, the fight isn’t for us… it is for people 30 and below, who (if and when they awaken) must become the true Real Americans — conservatives — and if they do not my friends, then this is truly is our Thermopylae and we are The 300; for now, today we are Wake Island and Bataan and the Little Big Horn.
Without young Real Americans, we are but fighting a beau jest, defending what was previously the greatest societal experiment in the history of mankind. And sadly it will end with a whimper, not a roar.
Nonetheless, I was fortunate to spend the last day of 2012 in the delightful company of Deanna, some of her friends, family, food and music.
And for that I am grateful.
I have more friends than I deserve (one-third are dogs) and I believe that even those who disagree with me will admit that I truly believe in, adhere to and vociferously defend everything I say.
Ride to the sound of guns…..