The dog days of America

Patrice Lewis compares the people of America with dogs. Many will soon carry their dog license wherever they go and will be leashed by their masters of the universe. Americans can obey the master’s commands and sit, stay, roll over, and beg or we can bite the hand that feeds us. Your choice. Good article, you need to read the rest.

It is amazing the percentage of people who’s ancestors came out of slavery that will eagerly vote to become slaves of the state for a monthly biscuit. Yes, the dog days of America are upon us.

Sit. Stay. Roll over. Beg

“To a man, the greatest blessing is individual liberty. To a dog, it is the last word in despair.” – William Lyon Phelps (1865-1943)

I honestly don’t hold a lot of hope in this upcoming presidential election. I have a sinking feeling that Obama is going to win. Perhaps not by the landslide he hopes, but a miss is as good as a mile (as they say), so we’re faced with the prospect of “change” being forced on us in the next four years whether we like it or not.

How could this happen? How did America, the land of the free and the home of the brave, get to this point? It’s because we have become dogs. We sit on command. We stay. We roll over. We beg. Oh boy do we beg.

Obama’s platform – and yes, to a lesser extent McCain’s – is based in socialism, pure and simple. Our wealth will be spread around, our housing and medical care will be taken out of the private sector and nationalized, thus becoming (ahem) “free.” Our right to bear arms will be severely infringed, and in all other respects our constitutionally guaranteed American rights will go to hell in a handbasket.

Throughout history, people have spent lifetimes trying to break free from the chains of bondage. Here in the U.S., for the first time in the course of human events, our Founding Fathers achieved that concept – first through the Declaration of Independence, later supplemented with the 13th Amendment. And now, 232 years later, we are happily and voluntarily fettering ourselves with chains much thicker, heavier and oppressive than England ever imposed upon us in the height of King George’s insanity.

All because we’ve become dogs. We roll over in submission for someone to scratch our bellies. We cower when we’re smacked with a newspaper. We beg for treats. Our world implodes when our masters are angry with us.

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