IS AMERICA HEADED FOR A SECOND CIVIL WAR OR REVOLUTION?
If the hateful divide between the left and right continues to widen, and if the vitriol continues to fly like tracers in a midnight firefight, then another civil war or revolution could be a logical outcome.
Is the government really attempting to usurp the Constitution as far as they must in order to place American citizens firmly under their control, or UN control?
Of course they are.
Why wouldn’t they? It’s not like those who oppose this outcome are really doing anything to prevent it. We’ve been turned into so many sheep. Instead of We The People, we’re now We The Sheeple. Why? Because we went to sleep on guard duty and shirked our duty to keep our politicians on OUR course, not theirs.
To borrow phrases: I was a soldier once… and young, but old soldiers never die. I continue to be prepared and loyal, and will remain at the ready until my final breath.
However this trend plays out, those of you out there who would rise up against our government’s tyranny might crystallize your mindsets by reading and remembering the dialogue below.
As Shakespeare’s protagonist King Henry V put it:
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’