By Pastor Blake Booth
Never in all of human history, not in all the rising and falling of nations and empires, not in the coming and goings of monarchies, aristocracies, oligarchies, and every other form of human governance that could be contrived or conjured from mortal minds has there ever been a nation or empire more worthy of a person’s loyalty than the United States of America.
I love her. I love her with my whole heart.
There are few for whom I have reserved more contempt than those revisionists and malignant preachers so wanton in their determined falsehood and reshaping of American history; those who pluck truth from fact and never rehearse her in all her wealth.
With lips made for the wooing of serpents, the poison of asps ready upon their tongue, these, like Lucifer are incapable of a single honest intention or truthful deed. Their vehemence is adamantine and a breathable contagion.
With bitterness and malignancy do they make disciples after their own kind, undoing America’s history. They boast of truth and yet cannot bring themselves to tell the whole of it; they boast of “rightness” and goodness and love and wave them about as magician’s spectacle, while their real deeds go on unseen in another hand.
Omission and the fog of ignorance has made their deception potent; it has made the lie believable. And a damned lie it is. They break history and contort her until what is left is some monstrous apparition, some fiend with hellish features left with none of the virtues endowed in her.
Western Liberal: ‘That One Who is Never Wrong and is Always Right’
Think not peace or love or kindness be the burden of their intention, for none come with such deception without the most stained of motives. And therefore, there are few more worthy of righteous contestation than these and by “these” I mean that one who is western liberal; that one who is never wrong and is always right, who could even teach Jesus a thing or two of privilege and poverty. That one who calls themselves anti-fascist but are fascists. Those who claim diversity as a strength but practice silencing those with whom they disagree.
It is this same one who delights in engineering state mandated poverty while believing themselves to be champions of the poor; it is this one who induces violence and blames another; it is this one who points the finger and cries racism and then turns around and calls the black conservative a porch monkey or Uncle Tom or even worse; it is this one who cannot remedy a single human plight but applauds themselves for being the custodians of compassion and the bastion of salvation.
Like the serpent did Eve in that garden, these give their defense with counterfeit virtue to disarm circumspection, dealing shade where only light should be made, playing intellectual slight of hands where only candor be appropriate. Always they have avoided confrontation with sweetened words and intentions burrowed deep, a malignancy unseen.
Should We Not Rise Here to Meet the Marxists Where They Be
But, should we not take this as a summoning—should we not rise here, now, to meet them where they be and contend as we might that terrible fate with which Karl Marx has wrought upon the world. His filth snared more souls in a half century than all the wars in the half millennia before.
This merciless suffering awaited all those countries who flirted with that most evil of ideologies, it is that ideology that our western liberal courts even now. The pulling down of every statue and not just the ones disagreeable—always the work of a Marxist.
The plundering and evisceration of the police—always the Marxist. The development of the welfare state—always the Marxist. Owning the wealth of the media and only playing your variant of beliefs (in other terms propaganda)—Marxist to the core.
Weaponize the common individual to report their fellow of dissenting opinion or practice—Marxist. The building of one monolithic that must be obeyed and cannot be dissented against—Marxist. Blaming an entire race for every plight of nation—supremely Marxist... or, I should say the modern liberalism. I cannot help but wonder if Stalin smiles from his pit in hell knowing the west has carried out his grand vision upon herself.
We Traded Goodness for Tolerance, and Then Tolerance for Evil
Should such a fate be our own, there will have never been more good people deserving of this terrible fate than ourselves. For while the truth was being bent and broken we minded our own; we traded goodness for tolerance and then tolerance for evil; when justice was perverted we let it lie, for we had not come to spare—but, our fellow kinsmen had and they wanted blood on the mat.
Now we have arisen, but the hour is late and there is much to do. Can the work of the revisionist and omitter be undone? Can we take back the history of freedom and retell it in all its truth sparing nothing: warts, festering rot, virtue, and glory and all?
Can we remind the world what it was like before America, the evils that were commonplace, what the nations traded in, what went by without a second thought? Can we at last tell tale of how the American ideal and principle reshaped the global mind and called our species up? Can the truth deal the death blow to deceivers?
I cannot answer these questions. I’m filled with grief even now pondering if we have arisen too late, but I am long done being silent in the face of deceivers and malignant harpies who like the siren bait with beautiful noises but whose end is only destruction. They only feign those noblest of qualities: love, truth, and justice. It is time for those who cherish the truth, who have watched with quiet poise eagerly awaiting with timid hope one who would speak for them and make valiant defense for those qualities most precious.
It's Time to Cross the Threshold and Make Your Voice Known
It is time for them to cross the threshold of their private existence into the public fray. It is time to make their presence and voice known. To speak up, to not rise will be to suffer the indignity of being a German who despised the Nazis but never made a contestation. Our fate will not be unsimilar.
Those who have taken up the discussion and shout the loudest have been silent when protestors kept fire fighters from entering the burning house, hurling harder things than insults at them as they attempted to rescue a child in mortal danger. These were silent as their neighbor’s businesses were torched, looted, and destroyed. They were silent as cops were assaulted and shot in the back of the head, as business owners were beaten to death.
They mocked viscerally anyone who attempted to defend themselves from such violence. They were silent as entire blocks of city were overtaken. They were silent when their own were violent. They were silent because their virtue only exists when it can be wielded as weapon against you.
This kind of virtue is a most damnable farce.
These are those who must be met head on. They must be met by you. There is no one else. No one else is going to do it. It must be you. It must be me. If it is not us it will be no one. We cannot assume anyone is coming to help us.
The GOP has burrowed somewhere deep and is hiding away for the darkness to pass. Their absence is equally abhorrent to those who pretend to be something else other a Marxist. Their silence was abhorrent with George Floyd and Breanna Taylor. It was abhorrent when cities burned.
If we do not stand up no one will; our conservative representatives have already made it clear that they will not. In the end it will be those who can justify their every violent intention, action, and word, who can burn cities to the ground, plunder their neighbors, kill store front owners and then in complete duplicity, without sparing a single thought or conviction ardently condemn anyone who would treat them in kind.
It's Time to Run for Office, Vote, and Civilly Disobey Tyrants
It is time for you to run for office. It is time for you to vote. It is time to civilly disobey tyrants. It is time to make your voice heard. The days of being a wartime conservative voter are over. If you don’t step up, we will lose this most great and beloved nation. Our freedoms will evaporate, many already float away with the ether.
Those greatest of qualities and virtues will buried alive by those who detest them, for they do not want to live with us, or beside us. They do not want to leave us be, they have made it their business to tell us how to be. When this isn’t efficient, they make laws to force us as they might.
This malignancy is the first budding greens of tyranny to break the soil and if we do not pluck it up from the roots our children will lose an inheritance we chose not to fight for: the greatest and freest nation to have ever been.
I love this country, I love what it stands for, I love her for what she has been able to do with her existence, what she has done for humanity.
I know now I cannot stand silent. I cannot watch the hateful pretending at love and compassion to dismantle her. I cannot wait idly by and hope someone else will do it as I have in the past. It is time to defend the great heritage of this beloved nation against those who would sack her and remake her from within.