Some of us say we are afraid—afraid as we were the day after 9-11.  We are afraid that Obama and his new plan for America means the death knell of liberty in our country.

But I was never afraid on 9-11.  Nor am I afraid now.  You see, 9-11 made me angry.  Righteously angry.  And so like in those dark days, Obama does not scare me either.  He is stirring to life an urge to resist.  He has pulled from the contented, distracted man, a fiery resolution to fight back in the name of everything that I love.

I am not motivated by fear.  I am resolutely summoned by invincible love.

Like the terrorist Osama Bin Laden, Barack Hussein Obama, Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid presume too much upon our cultivated civil restraint.  They presume we are shallow, mutable, stupid and easily cowed, like the people who are their natural constituents.

But we are not like them.

There have been others in the history of our Republic who have made this same miscalculation, because their arrogance allowed no counsel to enter their elevated company but that of lickspittles and toadies.  Like our enemies in the past, these too are prisoners of their own vain imaginations.

But we are not like them. 

Like George III, Jefferson Davis, the Kaiser, Mussolini, Hitler and Saddam Hussein, Obama is about to receive a civics lesson in the meaning of Liberty--in the Spirit of a Free People.  He does not understand what a proud, self-respecting, talented people are capable of.  We are not all for sale, as he believes.  Like a thuggish gang-banger, he thinks he is invincible until he meets a real opponent.  He has strutted so long among the dependent, sheepish old and weak and fearful, he thinks we are like them.

But we are NOT like them. 

He and others have been condescending so long to the obsequious and docile thralls of inner-city ignorance and dependency, he has no idea what the son of Sam Adams are about to do.  Like a child molester, he thinks he can get anyone into his grip with the promise of candy.

But we are not like them.

Obama, Pelosi and their party of plunder, have not a clue as to the invisible love that floats in the air of our country.  They do not understand what liberty means to real Americans.  That dead old musty piece of American mythology was never a part of the Alinsky education.  But it will not be reckoned in subsides or promises of silver—they very soon are about to receive a new curriculum.  Like all the other over-reaching and imperious minions who have destroyed themselves by underestimating the Spirit of Liberty, their days are numbered and judgment stands like a sword over them.

We do not belong to them.

America has a future because her people are the sons of free people.  Because for the vast majority of us, freedom is not a synonym for socialism or free-stuff.  It is a heritage, a principle, a clarion to action.  What does Obama know of this?  We are not like Barack Hussein Obama.  Our fathers fought at Iwo Jima, and Bataan, Valley Forge and Normandy.  They left their bones in Korea and Vietnam and Iraq to repel the hand of those who preferred slavery to freedom.  What do the urchins of distributive justice know of the resolution of a free-people?

We are not like them!

We are Americans.  We are not neo-fascist, euro-socialist, pseudo-Stalinist, silver- tongued Fidelist wannabes who look forward to living in the shadow of the state.  They do not know what is coming, and they cannot stand before the tempest that is about to blow.  On that wind sound the trumpets that never call retreat.  On it, resonates a quarter of a millennium of rousing words from Jefferson to Webster, to Lincoln to Roosevelt and Reagan.  We the People are about to speak with our sovereign voice.  And when we speak, our voice will be as thunder!  From every hearthstone and patriot's grave- there is a voice calling us into long unbending lines, like the ones that formed in the smoke at Bunker Hill, Antietam and Gettysburg.

But what does Obama know of these things?  Did he learn them from his father?  Did he drink of this communion as a lisping child from his mother?  Did his Uncle Saul Alinsky teach him to love his country?  No.  He was suckled on the paps of a lie, on that old dry thing, the words of men presuming to be wise who are fools.  He has sat at the feet and fawned on the voice who whispers deception from the Garden to this day...he has eaten the fruit of corruption.  And the winds are blowing.  The trumpets are calling.  The guns are sounding.  And we are coming to save our country.  That army will arrive in November, an army of the old and young, an army of every color and state, but all of one common heritage—the heritage of Freedom.  That long-suffering silent army is coming.  And there is no place to hide, Nancy.  There is no bunker to cover you Barack--you who are the enemies of liberty.  There is no lie that will shield you.  You will be thrown into the gathered ash-heap of all our infamous enemies.  Because Freedom is rising.  The columns are forming.  The boots, and sandals and barefooted are forming in silent ranks, like battalions at the ballot box.  The winds are blowing into your uncomprehending eyes, Barack.  We are coming for rescue Liberty— to throw off the ancient chains that so often have been forged to bind her.  But wait for November!  Wait for the thunder America!  The imprisoned lightning is about to speak! 

Because we are Americans!  We are the Sons of Liberty!