Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A meſsage to a friend.

I am doing fine. I just got back from a short hunting excursion in the Sierra Nevada's...

Times have been growing more and more hectic as the threat of socialism hangs above the United States more menacingly than it ever has in the monstrous form of that which is now on the house floor. Michelle Bachmann's grim insight into Pelosi's plan unsettled me some yesterday. Not much remains left to be explored, explained, or debated about the topic before the legislators. Both sides have explained what we are doing, and no educated nor open minded person cannot see the beast beneath the mask. The only question that remains is that, does enough opposition exist to this disastrous course that loud voices, and the threat of the ballot box and unemployment can sway the most liberal legislature in American history away from the path of government determinism? One can only hope and lend one more voice.

I have thought in recent weeks of this old argument: Two men long dead, both cordial and contemporaries, had a difference of opinion about the destiny of humanity and society. They were driven to think of and discus this, and I can only imagine that they discussed the issue at length while they lived. Being men of learning they penned their disagreement into two competing books that became two competing philosophies: Plato's Republic, which became the original blueprint for a state structured society ruled by elites, and, Aristotle's Politics, a vision of a free humanity self governing, self determining, free to explore all the potential of the human species. In the subsequent 2000+ years since this original disagreement, both sides of the argument have argued viciously; blood has been spilled both in mass quantities and more than one occasion over this difference in destiny's vision. What arose here on this land, was a people and society dedicated to Aristotle's vision of a free people. And with short time and huge success convinced a world over to sway to freedom for the first time. But, not I fear, for too long, as the warm glow of opportunity and freedom became taken for granted, as the sun on a summer day, the juvenile tendency in the world turned it's attention to the harsher reality in freedom: Responsibility. And in wishing to alleviate all forms of risk, consequence, and ultimately responsibility, they have peace meal traded that warm bright glow of freedom for the bitter cold of soft tyranny, whilst they remain wrapped in their state provided security blankets, now too timid to venture outside. We, here, have remained the last of the free. As Plato's idea's of government determinism eroded every state on our borders, and across our seas, it has also seeped into the soil here, such that you can start to feel the bright sun dim and the cold wind blow, just as it started with so many states that used to be free. We must, as the bitter wind blows first and fresh, resist the urge to take a blanket and stay inside, or we too will be doomed to black skies and darkened horizons, imprisoned in a limited life by meager securities we dare not leave. The sun is low, and perhaps this time it is setting, and we are faced today, you and I, with what may be the extinguishing of the light of freedom, for who knows how many generations to come. I think of critical stands when I think of this fight, Marathon seems appropriate, Athens having been the primary example of Aristotle's philosophy; the forces of oppression now on our beaches, we few have but this critical singular chance to hold their advance on freedom's home, and if they proceed from this shore all will be lost. Eleleu!