Now that the party convention cycles are over, it's time to get down to business.
What is the business we are getting down to? Re-lighting the fire of 1776 and retaking this nation door by door, block by block, precinct by precinct.
No top-down heirarchical organization is needed to get this job done. The people who know your neighboorhood, your neighbors better than anyone is you! If you don't know them, here's your chance.
If you have not already joined the Campaign for Liberty as a Precinct Leader, please do so today. The Precinct Leader program will provide you with tools and training to use as you meet your neighbors, identify those who believe consistently with us, and bring them over to our side.
Winning a nation will not happen on our keyboards, or in newspapers or on TV. We have close to 80 years of socialist indoctrination to overcome. That will be done by human to human interaction. A handshake. A civil discussion. Building personal relationships based on trust. It will not occur overnight. Some people will need to hear your message two, three or four times.
But step one is to join the precinct leader program. Then identify all other Ron Paul supporters and get them to join.
Few things make my blood boil more than having one of our masters in Washington attempt to justify their programs by appealing to the General Welfare phrase in the Preamble to our Constitution.
WHAT PART OF GENERAL DO THEY NOT UNDERSTAND? GOOD GRIEF!
According to the Oxford Dictionary of Current English 1992 the word "general" is an adjective that means including or affecting all or most parts or cases of things.
In the case of the proposed illness care program that they are pushing they need to be looking through the Constitution for the section where the SPECIFIC WELFARE is authorized. Because that is what their program is all about; the exploitation of the healthy by the sick.
Jefferson said to take a man's money and spend it on that of which he disapproves is the highest form of tyranny. Specific welfare of any description by the central government is TYRANNY.
Congress is in recess. Too bad they can't stay that way. The day is coming; as Kipling said, "The gods of the copybook headings, with terror and slaughter return." If you are unfamiliar with the poem here it is:
As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place; But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man- There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:- That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will bum, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
"Educate and inform the whole mass of the people... They are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty."
—Thomas Jefferson
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