Not that our Harry has a penchant for fanciful tales, you understand… but poor Harry hasn’t had much to crow about recently. Not to worry, though… he has assured his Marxist cohorts that it’s all over for the Tea Party. That’s it, we shot our bolt and now we’re all going to go home and sing campfire songs, while gazing rapturously at pictures of the Anointed One.
Good for you, Harry! The Tea Party Patriots are properly chastised and we’ll be sure to disband forthwith. The problem, Mr. Reid, is that The American Patriot movement is not, nor will it ever be, a political party. The Tea Party, Harry, is Earth, Wind, Fire and Water… we are the distilled essence of the traditions of the Founders. We carry before us the banners of the two greatest documents ever written, the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America.
That’s why the DeMarxists are working so very hard to portray the Patriot Movement as being spent and politically irrelevant. Terror… We, my friends, are the terrorists, because that’s what we do… we scare them right to the core of their shriveled beings. We’re like their worst nightmare.
They can attack us, okay. They can tell lies about us and they can have the statist press dutifully vomit the regime’s published bull bleep points… all to naught. Let’s just say that we’re a moving target that they just can’t seem to focus on.
The problem is that we don’t have a head or a tail they can chop off. We have no beginning and no ending… we are the American people. And you are experiencing the opening moves of the new American revolution… a revolution which is taking place as we speak. Americans of all ages are rising up and coming forth to be counted.
Go ahead, Harry Reid… by all means convince yourself of our demise. In the meantime, the millions and millions of us out here who believe in American exceptionalism will just keep organizing your retirement. You and every one of your Marxist cabal.
Semper Vigilans, Semper Fidelis.
© Skip MacLure 2011
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