Dispair

I am quite certain that I am the only reader of this particular blog. Not that I am complaining, nor am I counting. For years I was sure I was a significant nothing, and well for the most part, it seems to come to fruition. There is, of course, the immediate circle of influence in which I could be counted as a significant part. That would be obviously, my family. Beyond that broader circle, but which the influence is logarithmically reduced would be those associates of business, acquaintances, and friends, with whom I associate on a daily basis. The next tier out from the center would be those with whom I occasionally pass by in commerce or when the government requires I call, such as at the grocery store, post office or DMV. After that ring is one finally ring, which encompasses the rest of the known universe, of which I have no influence at all.

One would think that this premise could be rather enlightening. By the description, it could be a realistic assessment of my personal relationships and that I know exactly where I stand in the grand scheme of things. Or rather, it could be a fight to bring meaning, significant, true meaning to my existence. I, for one, don’t rightly know (not that anyone will really care, until or unless someone has a need to investigate my untimely and or unnatural death). Exactly where I stand in the grand scheme of the universe, and what the purpose of which God will make use of me, is wholly unclear. Devine providence, it seems, has placed me in a holding pattern.

I almost feel stagnant. Neither progressing, nor digressing, but existing only to sustain the living around me. It all extends from the knowledge that there is literally nothing that I can do to prevent my freedoms from being stolen, trampled and pillaged from me, my family and my posterity. Generations of men and women took on themselves the right, privilege and duty to secure the rights and freedoms granted from on High. Once we had a generation willing and able to do the difficult things required to save a world at war. They had the courage, and moral authority to act to save Europe, twice. This same group of people have been dubbed “The Greatest Generation”, and rightly so.

Their children are our seasoned citizens of today. Yet, while their fathers and mothers did everything to guarantee their liberty and freedoms, even to the spilling of their very blood, they stand in greed demanding from others to provide for them. It’s not entirely their own fault. The government, from the time of Roosevelt, granted sustenance, without the requirement earning that sustenance. It became an entitlement. It was their right to be given that which was taken from someone else. For those whom it was taken, had plenty, should give of themselves for others, even if the government should compel them to do so.

These entitlements have grown, and grown, to the time where we sit today. A bloated corps of a government, taking on the responsibilities of capitalism: an oxymoron as ever been seen in this day. The free enterprise system can only be free if government involvement is at a bare minimum. Markets ebb and flow as do the tides. Sometimes the tide is exceedingly high, and sometimes the tide is exceedingly low. No one however can build anything that can control those tides, be it high or low.

The founding fathers of this great and glorious land knew exactly what they were doing, when the restricted the government to a specific and extremely limited powers. In the name of this cause or that cause, our freedoms have been eroded, confined, and even stripped away. Some calling these restrictions of man a good thing, “for the greater good”, while those like me long for a return to the founding principles of virtue, honesty, goodness, and Godliness.

More insidious, is the blatant and bold attacks on those of religion. A concerted effort and great strides have been made to remove God from every place, and Christ from Christmas. Laws reject the word Christmas from the public view. The Ten Commandments, the foundation of nearly all our laws, is stripped from the schools, court rooms, and all manner of public places. Is it no wonder that hope is driven from the thoughts of man?

Taken as a whole, indeed I feel insignificant to do anything against the bombardment of my core beliefs, some which many would outlaw, given the first opportunity. I have no voice on the air, in the print media save this blog only. My attempts to communicate with those whom represent me in Washington D.C. ignore the vast majority (as I count myself as among them).

A deep darkness is brewing on the horizon. A terrible wrath is marching its way to all of us. While some in Washington seem intent on distracting us from that coming storm, others are flashing the warning signs. Something wicked this way comes. I feel it. Others know it. And a looming sense of doom creeps into my heart. I have not the means to support my family in that economic disaster marching its way to my battle front. I have not the talent, not the financial freedom, so longed by every American. I don’t’ have my own house. Have two cars, both in need of repair, but not the means or knowledge to repair them. I don’t have the strength to fight this battle, nor the wisdom to find a victory with in it. I sit, alone, on the precipice of despair. There is no hope from those in elected leadership. I have been abandoned for some time politically. It seems defeat is inevitable. Yet, for some strange unknown reason, I have yet to yield, I have yet to surrender, but I don’t know why.

The Knight Hawk