Part-Time Patriots

As I write this, the sound of cannons break the nearby silence. One rumbling boom after another just a few miles from where I sit, but this is Independence Day and the cannons I feel and hear are firing in celebration. What must it have been like to sit at a desk in Atlanta in 1864 with cannons firing just over the hill or across the river not in celebration but in conquest? One might put one’s quill down and cower under the desk or table, perhaps arched over a screaming child, wondering if it was getting closer or if you were imagining things, bits of plaster and dust falling from the ceiling all around you. Would you soon here the shuffle of Billy Yank’s boots marching into the town square?

Similar fears beset our ancestors who lived ~ and died ~ during the Revolutionary War. Most Americans today, however, do not know these fears. If you have not been shipped over seas to fight “for democracy” (read: Banksters and Oil Barons) you have not known fear of this kind. The freedom we so casually celebrate, then forget about the next day save for the nursing of a holiday hangover, was not free. Men, women, and children died. Their blood is now under your soft, untried feet. Countless Johnny Rebs marched home barefoot. Could you?

I could not do it. Most of us could not do it. Hell, most of us could not march through our own neighborhoods in cushioned shoes without complaining let alone barefoot across entire states. We have all grown weak, soft, and damn near useless. Fourth of July? Yes, for most Americans this is little more than a fine excuse for gluttony, over-indulgence, and empty claims of patriotism. It has been two days, do you still feel red, white, and blue? Most of Wednesday’s patriots are likely wasting time at a meaningless job as they wait for payroll to arrive. It’s Friday! Time to get drunk again.

My fellow Americans, this will NOT do. We have become spoiled, indulgent, materialistic brats who expect the instant gratification of every senseless whim because we deserve it! We work hard for our toys, gadgets, and cookie-cutter McMansions! Sure, hire a few illegals to clean your house and mow your lawn. The white-collar graduate can not be expected to waste his precious time away from the office doing anything labeled “menial”. Heaven forbid these pampered pets break a sweat anywhere but the company gym!

What a fine target the average American has become. This inexcusable devolution can be seen across class lines ~ I am talking to all of us, for we have all become fair-weather patriots if not borderline traitors to all that made this country what it is. Fireworks are fine, but remember: these colorful explosions are but a mimicry of the sounds of war. Remember those wars and who fought in them on our American soil. Remember how our borders came to be where they are. Remember who your ancestors fought against, and why. Honor those memories by preserving their victories, not throwing away our hard-won freedoms just to save a buck on cheap labor and plastic lifestyles. Know that every purchase and every decision you make is a choice. Choose the path of honor and duty; that is what will make America great again.

Rachel Summers
Known as the Dropout Philosopher, Rachel Summers walked away from the Ivory Tower, spent a year in a motorcycle mechanics program, and started research for her first novel, CondAmnation, in a local Harley Davidson shop. Her novels are what some have called a journey into antinomian mysteriosophy, where socially sanctioned morality is turned on its head in order to shake out just a few drops of enlightenment.

Summers holds degrees in History, Comparative Religions, English Literature, and Philosophy but ran afoul of academia when her dissertation proposal was rejected as something that might cause a scandal or, worse yet, cause the check-signing alumni to sign fewer checks. Welcomed to stay and write if she accepted a pre-approved project, she chose to leave and vowed to cause a scandal indeed, whether with pen or sword. She is currently writing her fifth novel as well as articles for the Revolutionary Conservative and Europa Sun Magazine; thus far, the sword remains sheathed. You can buy her books here:
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