A beautiful and eloquent refusal to surrender the land of his forebears, from Tim Stebbins at theburningplatform.com:
“Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods”
Thomas Babington Macaulay
I have been trying for some days to get my head around what it is I want to say in this particular essay. I grow weary of endless discussion and pointless speculation about the current condition of this country. A different voice whispers in my ear. A different picture forms in my mind’s eye.
An increasing number of my countrymen, it seems, no longer possess the ability to look to the past with any degree of honesty. Nor are there many left able to look to the future with any degree of hope. We live in Orwell’s eternal present, adrift on a sea of ignorance and apathy, bereft of any mooring in the truth of our history, or any lodestar to guide us into our future.
We have a past that connects us one to another. It is not a perfect past, but neither is it the litany of evil that the intellectually stunted and morally corrupt children of the left would have us believe. The connections of our shared historical experience continue to deteriorate like the cartilage of a bad knee. We have reached the painful bone-on-bone stage and something has to give.
There are many who ignorantly subscribe to the belief that the events of our past are subject to the cacophonous judgement of the historically illiterate and intellectually dishonest. These fools daily assault the sensibilities of the dwindling number who value the wisdom and traditions of our forebears. In the present age, it seems the lessons of millennia of human history count for nothing. A hysterical mob of historical revisionists, nouveau puritans, and petty despots now control the public discourse.