This is motivational rhetoric for leftists to laugh at and for the other conservatives to come out of the woodwork and hail the triumph over the feeble.
In a time of great sickness midst the modern spires of the decadent cities, morning sun breaking through the smug gloom of a dying populace; a people besieged by faithlessness, our divine hope lays in the green fields near rivers embodied in the dreams of glory encompassed by youth.
We look to our past and to our heritage for the guiding light in our dark days.
We are not the generation of our fathers and mothers who retreated before the Communists in Vietnam and sought equivocation before the Islamic threat; nay, we are not their children but are the own sons and daughters of our grandparents who remembered a darker time of conflict and rallied against the pagan fascists of Germany & Japan.
The greatest fear of our enemy is the rising of a conservative nation that ignores the shrill cries for equivocation to the effeminate & decadent. The great insult they tossed upon us was to call us 'Jesusland*,' was to mock our faith and our roots, mock our very virtues.
But I find no insult to be lumped together with the Faithful preserving a stern and stoic way, adhering to principles higher than weak hearted relativism.
Those who govern now, who take seats on Capitol Hill are the generation of traitors who opposed action abroad against the Red Horde. Those who govern now are those who push an agenda of cultural self-destruction.
To their dismay they will hear our voice which they try to silence with ridiculous insults tossed from afar. The supreme irony is they who portray themselves as intellectuals have no responses but only unfounded accusations.
Let them howl their mockery because they can offer no rebuttals -- they are a faithless and valueless crowd who cries for diversity and division of the American peoples over our unity, because our unity spells death to the institutions they propose...
Our intellectual triumph is imminent.
We come from the school of John Locke, Adam Smith, Alexander Hamilton; the schools of Horace, Zeno and Marcus Aurelius.
Our triumph is imminent; the Left is no longer the red of Communism and socialist struggle -- the Left is now the Red of an autumn leaf ripe to fall off of the tree and to turn brown with death.
We are the children of the Greatest Generation. We've come to destroy the Communists, their fellow travelers and all of the hippie scum.
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