When I read Ron Paul’s letter, announcing that
he is downgrading his campaign for the Presidency, I recalled the lugubrious
soliloquy MacBeth intones upon the announcement that Lady MacBeth has
committed suicide:
She
should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
How
heavy that load of moan hangs upon America’s shoulders! What are
today’s and tomorrow’s Presidential politics save “a tale /
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / signifying nothing”? What,
indeed? They are a tale told by four very dangerous idiots—McCain,
Huckabee, Obama, and Clinton—any of whose accession to the Presidency
would plunge this nation into the “sound and fury” of endless
foreign wars, perhaps nuclear in scope; international economic turmoil, when
the monetary and banking systems implode; and domestic repression, as a para-militarized
National police state ruthlessly clamps down on the people in order to
salvage the kakistocracy’s wealth and power. But, rather than
signifying nothing, the tale predicts “The way to dusty death”
for America—bankrupted, deindustrialized, locked down, and submerged
within the “open borders” of the North American Union.
In
the face of this looming catastrophe, have Americans nothing to say save
“Out, out, brief candle”—goodbye to the Constitution, the
Republic, the Nation itself, and with them all hope of future freedom and
prosperity? Are Americans willing to abide in meek resignation the torrent of
terrible troubles that “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” will
surely pour down upon their heads? Or will they stop “Creep[ing] in
[their] petty pace from day to day” and instead seize control over
their own collective destiny?
In
his letter, Ron Paul writes: “What a year this has been. And what
achievements we have had.” “Has been”?! “Had”?!
These verbs sound in the wrong tense. Patriotic Americans must not be
satisfied with having stirred up a ripple of resistance on the surface of
this country’s political history. Now is the time to transform that
history from its depths, before transformation becomes impossible. But who is
to stand at the head of that enterprise other than Ron Paul? America can find
no one else—in time.
“How
much I owe you,” Ron Paul writes to his supporters. “I can never
possibly repay your generous donations, hard work, whole-hearted dedication
and love of freedom.” But he can—and he must—repay them, by
persevering in the campaign to the end. Duty, honor, country demand no less.
True
enough, he also must consider his constituents in his home Congressional
district. Yet is not the best—ultimately, the only—way to serve
them by saving this country as a whole? What good to them could possibly
accrue from a lone constitutionalist Representative in a Congress overrun
with the neo-Blackshirts of the Republican Party and the neo-Red
Guards of the Democratic Party, and confronted by a President who makes
1984’s Big Brother appear a Jeffersonian by comparison? Besides, if his
constituents are worth representing, they will spontaneously support him for
Congress without expecting him to slacken off in the Presidential campaign.
Perhaps,
as Ron Paul writes in his letter, the chances of a “brokered
[Republican] convention” are vanishingly slim. But nothing can prevent
his name from being put in as a candidate for nomination—and from
someone’s delivering a stirring speech in his support. A speech that turns
the attention of the Nation to what must be done to ensure its survival:
namely,
To
end the Clintonite and Bushite military incursions in the Middle East and
elsewhere, bring home as many of the troops as possible as soon as possible,
and terminate once and for all the madness of aggressive neo-imperialism
that grips the Disgrace of Columbia.
To
stabilize the economy by instituting a system of competing currencies based
on silver and gold, and thereby mobilizing all the forces of the free market
in support of banking reform.
To
break up the emerging National police state and end the federalization and
para-militarization of State and Local law-enforcement agencies,
reconstructing “homeland security” from the bottom up.
To
control this country’s borders.
To
expose and terminate all schemes aimed at creating a North American Union (or
any other supra-national structure that involves the United States),
removing from the Executive Branch of the General Government all the agents
of influence who have been promoting such schemes.
To
open the General Government’s records to both public and private
investigators, so as to lay to rest whatever justifiable concerns Americans
may have concerning what really happened on 9/11.
Then,
if Ron Paul is not nominated by the Republicans, he must run on a
“fusion ticket” as the candidate of as many third parties as
possible: the Libertarian Party, the Constitution Party, and whoever else
will sign on to the restoration of American constitutionalist nationalism
True, such action will run counter to his oft-stated intent to remain a
member of the Republican Party. The reality, however, is that he will not be
to blame for leaving the Republican Party. The Republican Party has already
left—or, more accurately, been taken away from—him. No matter how
loyal he may be to the Republican Party, the Republican-Party Establishment
will never be loyal, or even fair, to him. He is their enemy, because the real
America is their enemy.
Rank
and file Republicans who are also patriots cannot unseat the Republican
Establishment. So they must walk away from the Party in droves, leaving only
a shell to the Establishment and the useful idiots who march in goose-step to
the tune it calls. From this exodus will follow:
First,
the collapse of the Republican Party as a viable institution.
Second,
the merger of the Republican Establishment and its hangers-on into the
Democratic Party, with the formation of a composite criminal enterprise
composed of two factions, Menshevik and Bolshevik or fascist and communist,
but in any event both totalitarian.
Third,
the synthesis of a new patriotic movement for enforcement of the Declaration
of Independence and the Constitution.
This
political divide will have nothing to do with the always confusing contrast
between supposed “liberals” and ostensible
“conservatives.” The new choice will be pellucid: a police state
or “a free State” (as the Second Amendment understands that
term).
So
what must American patriots do to make this happen? Draft Ron Paul.
The draft is nothing new in American political history. The
Militia—which the Second Amendment tells us are “necessary to the
security of a free State”—were always draft organizations from
service in which no one was exempt in times of “alarm”.
“[T]he security of a free State” is now at stake as never before.
Therefore, We the People can rightfully demand that all those who possibly
can save this country make their best efforts to do so.
We
need to put into operation the ultimate test of “the emergency
broadcasting system”: a massive public outcry that will communicate
directly to Ron Paul, in every decorous way but with compelling moral force,
that overwhelming numbers of his fellow citizens want him in the Presidential
race and will support him with money, with grass-roots campaigning, and with
their votes. He will know that this is no idle promise.
In
this regard, I recall a scene from one of Charlton Heston’s greatest
cinematic performances, El Cid. Banished by wicked King Alfonso, El Cid is
hiding in a barn with his wife, Ximena. A contingent of patriotic knights and
men-at-arms discovers him, and with clamorous appeals demands that he lead
them in a crusade against the Moorish invaders. Putting aside all thoughts of
himself and his family, El Cid rides off at their head to victory at
Valencia. So it was
then. So it can be now.
Edwin
Vieira
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