The Fundamental Transformation

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This Man- or Not 

     From prestigious institutions, they hail. Forged heroes schooled in revolt, veiled as warriors for parity, and nature, and law- emerge to rile. Neo social soldiers, feeble gladiators. Yet, armed with the swords of cause, and race, and equality, and justice, they graduate, and ride out on white but perfidious steeds- polished and garbed in cloaks of a queer correctness- to build their armies. 

     With highly specialized powers, multiplied by expert manipulation of the gargantuan social matrix of the electron beast, these neo commanders absorb thousands! Of socially altered and unknowing minds- and then lock them in step to march out, to spread their words, and to do their bidding. 

     Massive followings of social avatars, ignited and on fire from vile rumors conceived in the sewers of dirty political machines, and then churned by a conspiring "Order of Jesters". Doctored rumors; news colored with exaggerations, filtered omissions and flat out lies. Shows carefully scripted to achieve maximum effect of the objective: The complete destruction of those that disagree, or those that dare get in their way.

     The Jesters know well that when a lie is broadcast thru the mighty horns of their abettor agents, day in and day out, week in and week out, over and over, and over, and then over again, the lie becomes news, and that news becomes truth.  To their subjugated audience, this false truth will serve to fool and sway the un-wise, and the angry ill-informed masses, towards the end game: The fundamental transformation of a grand long-standing free-thinking capitalist  democracy; to an obedient heard of sheeple. A blind loyal following with prescribed sets of living rules, governed and enforced by the Elites New World Order.  

     Add a multitude of unvetted foreign invaders. Including extremely poor un-educated masses, and terrorists, assimilated into our system. Aliens allowed to traverse our borders and infiltrate our cities by the thousands. An explosion of sickness from all parts of the world. Openly invited and sanctioned by the ruling socialist powers that be. Party politicians expertly exploiting our taxpayer's kindness, and our legal system so to inject the intruders into our streets, our home, and health systems. Governors and Mayors opening doors without care as they shove their citizens to the side and onto a path of financial and health uncertainty, to make room for the millions of new voters.

     From near and far the social armies gather, organize and join with the invaders to point the protest. Cruel, callous, destructive, and against our own. A powerful twisted consortium of consolidated energy that challenges all norms of decency and behavior. Firm in cause, hatred, dissent, and in violent union, they disrupt and destroy to confuse and distract as they work behind the scenes to muddle, or to sway the tallies of the ballot to their favors; laying blemish and leaving anguish over the most precious jewel of our democracy, or Vote. 

     A bold and bizarre- almost unbelievable national self-executing- suicided plan; right out of the communist playbook, A plot set in motion to demoralize and weaken us. To turn us against ourselves, from within. To morally bankrupt us.  A vile yet brilliantly executed, fatal ploy to destroy our world status, our democracy. What a novel this story would make! What fools in the eyes of the world- they/we- have turned us into.

     Relentless and with a stealthy haste they march, hiding behind our laws, our tolerance, and our rights; to cover and shield them, as they probe deep into the bizarre limits of boundaries untried. Obedient and unyielding in their search for the breach, that will bring down the Castle. 

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     A Nation is born! Where everything is free. Where property, jewels and the earnings of the    hardworking are shared with the lazy and undeserving, and with others, from faraway lands and of places unknown. A new nation where all news and writings are reviewed, and edited for the good of its subjects. A grand eye, a powerful ear, always watching, always listening in the name of health, safety, and security of the subjects, in it's collective.  What we drive, where we go, what we eat. What we do at home, at work, at school, and play. A Neo Nation where the Ruler rules over his people, his lands, his gold, and his taxes, "With a Gentle Feather".  Welcome All! to the new Democratic United Socialist States of America. DUSSA!   A Neo Nation without a history, without traditions, without borders, without God; and without the guns- that would bravely rise, to protect our people, our children, and our way of life, against a government gone awry. 

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    And as it happened to so many mighty empires and forgotten nations, In their final stages; just before their descent from greatness, into the pits of despair- The politicians screamed then, just as ours scream now: "Justice!" "Fairness!" "Equality!" "Resist!",  As their cities collapse, and the streets around them....Burn! 

     So daunting and so alike, we shift back towards times in history, near and forgotten. As in the shade, well-groomed, and quiet and eager, and patient… a ruler awaits. So blinded and reckless we saunter; deep into the caves... where the Scorpion Sleeps. 

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       And as it has been thru centuries past;  In this early dim of morn, the brisk winds whisper to the colors that fly proud from high and over the effigies that surround our most sacred lawns. And those same colors fly high over the pillars of the manors that surround the Grand Mansion, and over the Houses wherein the guardians of our way of life reside and keep their watch, as our nation toils, and our children play.

     And from beneath the floors of that Grand Mansion, resilient bulbs of Red and White and Blue illume through the cracks in the planks, sending endless solid beams of bright and valiant light to shine down, and over, and even thru the darkest shadows of the gloom; They shine that bright  light to the most distant places, no matter the day, the time, the bend, the rise, or relief. These lights, those colors, always in the ready; to serve to protect, to defend our freedoms, our churches, our families, our friends, and the lands in which we live.

     But deep in the cellars of the edifice, in the thin line reflections of those colored lights, in the dirt! The Serpents Slither....Forked tongs in breed- blood cold! With gambit and fang in array, in  slow creep they slither and assemble. Aloft they glide. Primed and potent with venom and purpose they ascend. Aye! They smell their prey. 

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Ode to Our Lady

     And so, it will be; as sure as the stars emerge into the dark of night. When fade the echoes of the last Gun and Bugle; helpless we watch- in stun.  As we look over the waves, towards that Grand and Gallant ship: Once so tall- and proud. And now... so battered, and badly broken. Betaken with cold we see her helm spin and lift. High towards the heavens- and then we gasp; as it is consumed, ever so slowly- by the sea. In total silence now we stare, as the rest of her recedes into the still and darkened depths, of the abyss. 

     And later, amassed in a great wake of sadness profound; from under black veils, and from behind the fence, we gaze, we squint, we peer, far out onto the waters; until we see nothing more than a blurred tint in a heated horizon of grey. Until there is nothing left, but a gentle murmur in the serf, a faint whisper in the winds- of what once we were. 

     And as for Her, Our Diamond, Our Rose, Our Queen. Yet still, so gallant she stands. In somber sorrow we weep. Pained in the heart. Was there anything more that we could have said? Was there anything more that we could have done? To shield her; to save her; from the tears on her robe, the poison in her vein; and from the memory, she is to become.   

Al Ramirez Jr

9.11.2019               

Epilog:

A wise and humble man, before his death, once said;  

"Forgive them, for they "Know Not" what they do”.

Perhaps, we as an almost lost, yet still, somewhat a civil society, could find even a small measure of that humility if we just asked ourselves, Am I, This Man - Or Not? Do I want to be? May God always bless and light all of the people and all of the children of our Great Nation, and may He always keep her beacon shining bright and strong, and free, in all of His glory.   

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