Not in due time to I take this wear to be, rather, it be as if a sullen child grasps the unwilling fly and spitefully snips at its pinions with cuticle snips, thence to cast it down onto the waters of time, to be trapped and drowned with all the rest, but prematurely.

Are these wings not yet young and shiny, that yet we could soar in the sun's warm embrace?  Could we not yet be whole and know the summer of our days?  And yet we are ruled by a band of vampirous apes, backed by corporate power filling full their sails, sucking out to sallowness the life's-blood of this our nation ; how could we stand against the like?

Whither this 75 billion, whither that 20 billion, whither the other 200 billions of dollars?  Can a hundred thousand soldiers spend 75 billion dollars?  Can a thousand new Mesopotamian houses spend 75 billion dollars?  Can even a million bullets, a thousand bombs, spend 75 billion dollars?  Whither this princely sum?  It vanishes down black-budget ratholes, caused to disappear by budgetary black arts and the wavings of 'for reasons of national security' wands; as the Ranger corporations' dividends grow fat, can any doubt where it has gone?

Whither the mettle, whither the metal, of we of whom this land is made?  Why have we not played the Ukrainian hand, the 'when in the course of human events' hand, a hand whose cards we ourselves printed not so many years ago?  Have we grown fat and ignorant, glutted and dulled by corporate trinkets and cathode ray bread and circuses?  Or do we all stand stock-still at the edge of the road, like a band of deer with our heads outstretched towards the goal, trembling ready to bolt for our freedom, but each waiting for the other to take the first step?  Whither the fabric of our forefathers who marched through the snows of the Valley Forge in bare feet, who crossed the Delaware and pounced upon the mighty unsuspecting Hessians; are any of us made of that stuff still?

Treason, so it is said in the Constitution of our land, consists "only in levying War against them (our States), or in adhering to their Enemies, giving them Aid and Comfort."

What aid and comfort it must give our enemies to see us weakened so!  To watch the coffers of our government flow out like a river and cast our nation into a black hole of debt, our people destined to wheel barrows of money through the street in order to buy a loaf of bread!  What aid and comfort it must give our enemies to see our sons and daughters die on foreign soil for a lie, and then see he who sent them not even bother to visit them at their funerals!  

What is war against the States, but to declare War against the People therein, to send away their employments to foreign lands; to cripple the peoples' small businesses and fatten the large international ones; to take away the help, the teaching, and even the medicines from their children; to take away the security of retirement from those in their old age, who in their youth, built up and fought for this great land? Is this not foresight? Is this not gratitude?  It is the foresight and gratitude of either traitors or madmen, and either will suit to bring this mayfly our nation to its death too soon.

Some say, "nations matter not, for the coming of Jesus is nigh, and He transcends all nations."  And they snip at the wings, and snip and snip, telling themselves a little tale that in this way, they will get Jesus to come.

Ye madmen, be careful what you pray for-- you may get it.