09/22/2006 (9:26 pm)
I Want My Country Back
I want my country back.
I’ve heard dozens of leftists on the web chanting this sound bite to encourage each other. It’s based on the fantasy that the evil Republican Bush has “stolen” the nation and turned it into a totalitarian horror. It’s the way they recite their catechism of the liberties that they have lost through the various measures that the President has taken to root out Islamic terror cells. They can name no liberties that have been lost, other than the liberty to converse with a foreign enemy during a time of war without fear of surveillance. And of course, it’s 21st century metropolitan patriotism: patriotism expressed in the whine of a deprived 2-year-old. Such is the character of my generation. I am ashamed.
Still, I’m encouraged by their example to recite my own catechism of liberties lost.
Starting around 1960, libertines driven by a strange, self-absorbed philosophy started stealing my country and making it a strange place, and they’ve been stealing it ever since, by any means possible. They’ve used dishonest arguments, misguided administrative fiats, acquisitive judges. They’ve forced their agenda down everybody’s throats, avoiding any possibility of real debate. They’ve stolen my country. I want my country back.
You know, the country where children in school learned about William Tyndale, John Knox, James Madison, and Daniel Webster, rather than Chaka of the Zulus, Rachel Carson, and Margaret Sanger. Where the virtues taught to the young were universal truths like honesty, courage, fidelity, chastity, and loyalty, rather than political positions like environmental awareness, multiculturalism, and abortion rights. Where people who encouraged others to live moral lives were called pillars of the public good, not “haters” and “homophobes.” Where chastity was a virtue and sexual deviance a vice, where women were respected and men encouraged, where women who devoted their lives to raising their children were considered the backbone of civilization.
I want the country where immigrants learned English and worked toward a better future for their children, who would become the middle class of the next generation. Where an author’s words were taken for what they meant and not for what the reader wanted to see. Where the Constitution was a wall protecting citizens’ rights from government intrusion, and not a bit of clay to be reshaped by each generation of lawyers. Where charity was the voluntary work of churches and individuals, not a government imperitive. I want my country back.
I want the country where the government did not attempt to tell people how to run their businesses, who to hire, how much to pay their workers, where they could or could not build their factories. I want the country where a landlord could rent to whom he chose. Where a worker could not be forced to contribute to a union that stood for things he despised. Where a man was free to do as he chose with his own property, and the government could not take it just because they thought it could be used for something better for the tax base. Where a man could keep nearly all of what he earned, and not have to turn half of it over to the government. Where a man could pass his savings on to his children without them being confiscated by the government.
I want the country where faith was the cornerstone of every town, not an intrusive oddity to be driven into dark corners. Where religion was encouraged and not deprecated. Where piety was considered a positive qualification for holding office, not a disqualification. Where the church was expected to offer a prophetic voice to the body politic, not threatened with confiscatory taxes if they dare whisper an opinion.
I want my country back.
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