An American Dependence Day

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Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

Today, Americans will wave their flags, fire off their controlled explosions, and consume everything grilled and fried. There will be joyous celebrations with friends and family. It will be a good day for them.

Perhaps it is the pursuit of thinking outside the box, but there is also a sense of melancholy felt with all these celebrations. Grasping even a small portion of genuine American history and gaining a glimpse into the American culture in the twenty-first century sours any reason to celebrate.

When our founding fathers celebrated liberty, they understood what it meant to be under the heavy hand of absolute government and the long European history behind it. The disconnect between those men and today’s generation has become absolute, a deliberate feature of modernity. Do Americans understand anything past their own private and narcissistic sense of personal liberty? That is what most will be celebrating today.

Missing is a sense of cultural identity, grounded in European ethnicity, the lineage of posterity that the founders wrote about. Absent is the understanding that fathers and fatherhood are the beginning of families, that men and brotherhood are the beginning of domestic tranquility. Needed is the richness of historical Western Christendom, lost to oceans of commercialized pop-Jesus experience.

What flows today under the illustrious stars and stripes is a mosaic of cultural faces, having in common the pursuit of material wealth while a gavel brings them all under the wailing cry for wealth redistribution. Abstract identities derived from emotions and sexual instincts stir up an artificial sky flowing with profuse white clouds of deceptive liberty obscuring the solid ground of nature. Walking on sunshine, indeed. Trading in solid goods and dependable services with a handshake has been replaced with digitized currency purchasing digitized things to capture imaginary experiences. Instead of living a real life, life is lived vicariously through virtual reality. Wandering Aimlessly is the name on the national ID card.

Such is what is being exported worldwide in the bloody, violent name of “democracy.”

The forces of evil are ever at work to assail the heart and mind of man, to purge from them every thought of history and any consideration for the future. Here today is a prison of solitary confinement, its walls painted with illusionary images of incredible pleasure that allow a slave to believe himself free.

It has been said that what is past is lost and never to be recovered. Perhaps. The past may not exist in the present, but history does and if the doors of archives can be kept open to hungry hearts and minds, a bridge might be built between yesterday and tomorrow, carrying hope over the hopeless chasm of today.

May Christ triumph over America the Matrix and lead men back to genuine life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

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Author: M.W. Peak

Just a humble guy trying to make his way in the universe.

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