by Glenn Fairman 3/31/14
For a while it could not be heard or felt, but eventually it began singing through the wires of our unspoken collective desire—-a reemergence of a mature patriotic ardor–a welling up of love for resurgent liberties focused against the backdrop of tangible expectations that noble principles had not indeed perished. A manly fire is now burning fiercely. It will soon be unstoppable and its spirit will cleanse the land of leaders who have broken faith and have made common cause with the lowest commonality amongst us–Men tentative in their masculine virtues and unwavering in their resolve to dishonor the patrimony of America.
These years have been brutally long, but not long enough to forget the proud and singular spirit that stirs in the best of us, and if given time, will cauterize the wounds self-inflicted by the callow, the self-serving, and the craven panderer.
I can hear it now as it builds, and will continue to crescendo–until it sweeps down like a star and scours away the venomous rabble that truly believed they had poisoned us forever. Hear the rumble in the wire? It turns out they were wrong. It is nothing less than revolution.
Glenn Fairman writes from Highland, Ca. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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