by Glenn Fairman 12/30/13
When Men legislate from the pale light of their lowest propensities, when politicians are swept into presumptuousness by waves of passion rather than considered judgments, when for the sake of expedience liberties are slain in their beds because a society can no longer bear the prickly manifestations of their ordered freedoms, the Death Knell has tolled for a once mighty republic.
No miracle short of a moral spiritual resurrection of First Principles can breathe life into a nation that has lost all faith in their abilities to moderate themselves; and therein, to preserve the inheritance of their precious freedoms. Tyranny is the natural endgame for callow and degenerate hearts that have come to believe that their liberties pose a fearsome threat to some effeminate illusion of safety.
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