230 Years ago today, the greatest nation on God's green earth was born. The United States of America was born of an idea - the idea that we are a true democracy. The framers of the constitution crafted the document to carefully provide a structure to our society but without the rigor that other civilizations found themselves encumbered by.
We are an idea. When immigrants come here they are required to learn our language, our history, our culture and our laws. That is the only thing holding us together. Our commonality is our language and our history. For some of our citizens and leaders to go out on a limb and claim that enforcing that rule with new immigrants (specifically illegals) would be some form of racism shows you just how far fetched the organized Left has become here. They are so out of touch with what's going on that it is not even funny.
So on this sacred July 4th celebration, I want to thank the men and women who have served this great nation. Because of you we are free. Because of you we can sit in a coffee shop and complain about the government without fear. Because of you we can pursue life, liberty and happiness. It is because of you that I can read Solzhenitsyn's account of the Gulags. It is because of you that I can read the histories of the worst tyrants in history and know that they will never be able to gain a foothold in this country. It is because of you that totalitarianism is only to be found in Africa and Europe.
All the things that are great and unique about America come from you - the fearless fighting men and women.
Sung at the Completion of the
Battle Monument, July 4, 1837
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept,
Alike the Conqueror silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone,
That memory may their deed redeem,
When like our sires our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and Thee.