We the People stood against what some called the new world order, fools. They seceded from the nation and the nation was once more divided. Each state sent in their petition to secede and one by one the Republican Party passed the request to secede to spite President Obama and his administration. I watched in horror and anger as these young and yes, stupid young adults followed the radicals into formation to destroy a nation. This was the start, oh, only the start of our sorrows.
I sit quietly now, so quietly in the dark shadows, waiting to die. My sons, my daughter in laws, and my granddaughters all dead, I wait my turn. The last true American Citizen, but I’m getting ahead of my memoirs. The great secession was the beginning of America’s end but not as those fools thought or assumed it would be, damned fools.
I spoke to one myself; he went by the name of Crusheru2 on that retched site Facebook, the media that helped to destroy America. As those stupid sheeples stepped into line thinking, yes thinking. No, not thinking but they believed they were thinking. Huffing and puffing like dumb lost children believing a fairytale ending would happen. Free us from big brother. Please, they freed me of my rights, my life, and my family. You dumb, stupid fools, you turned out to be the NEW WORLD ORDER.
An order that created chaos, they allowed our enemies to invade the nation divided. Now, here I sit in the dark sobbing with my sister lying dead to my right and my brother buried first before them all. I still don’t know what became of Dana, my younger sister but I must assume she too has died. No phones to call, no cars to drive, American soil in flames, and me sitting in the dark crying for a nation who didn’t think.
God left the nation long ago, hatred filled it heart and now, we stand no more. How does that song go? Let me think. Oh, yes, I remember.
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
I must stand, I am the last American Citizen and this song deserves to be sung with honor. Oh, my hand must cross my heart, yes, it must cross the heart because it honors both God and Nation and that honor is supposed to be felt deep in the heart.
O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare of freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine!
No, I’m not loud enough, they can’t hear me. Sing louder Lisa.
O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea!
I’ll go to the top of that hill, just past the debris and I will scream for America and sing it proud still.
O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee! O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, for man's avail Men lavished precious life!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free! O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!
Do you hear me now you foreign bastards? This is still America and I am still here. I sing to you the pride of America, can you hear me now? I see you over there with your gun pointed at me! Do you hear me sing for America? Well shoot me, you bastard, shoot me! Because I am the last great American and this is my land!
The echo of a bullet and I, from a foreign land finish this written statement too all dead Americans – America is no more. You finished her off and you let her enemies invade to take over. Thank you America for the new land, we didn’t even have to try.
Written by: Lisa R Taylor because Americans have lost their minds. Wednesday, November 14, 2012