God Bless America
Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of their party.
As Woody Guthrie wrote in his immortal song: This land is your land, this land is my land… , and by extension, this land is our land. This land is our home.
This election year will prove whose land it really is, our land or the land of roving transients from the four corners of the earth. Renegade, so-called Americans of the Liberal Party, wish to transform our land into a land of indeterminate form, people and culture.
Our culture, our hopes, our dreams are to be discarded, subsumed into what they call multi-culturalism. One doesn’t have to be a genius to see that multi-culturalism is a transient condition; it will slowly evolve into a uniform culture. The Liberals wish to discard our long and worthy culture in favor of whatever may be.
This election will prove whether we can maintain a strong position, imposing our culture of being stripped of it. It is an either or situation. The schools must be reclaimed for our culture. Of course there will be melding, that is an inevitable consequence of mixing cultures but our mores, our culture, our traditions must remain supreme.
Of course the Liberals have an arsenal of names to denigrate us: racists, anti-Semites, homophobes, Islamaphobes, Basket Of Retards, but a laugh and a wave of the hand dismisses those defamations.
We must seize the moment. As Irving Berlin wrote in his immortal hymn of 1940 when our culture then seemed doomed: God bless America, land that I love, stand beside her and guide her…. Yes, stand up and stand beside your land, your hopes and dreams, and guide her to a safe harbor.
Now is the hour to take our stand. The hour will pass and won’t come again. Carpe Diem: Seize the moment. Get a basket of your friends together make sure you vote in November. Make sure you vote Trump. The Trump Party is the only and last chance. Don’t fail your children and grand-children, vote, and vote Trump. The future depends on you.