Rick Santelli makes an excellent comparison to how King George would describe our founding fathers based on Meredith Whitney’s remarks.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCEzV_-Qyj4
It would be interesting to review England’s opinions of the “terrorists” in the colonies who were asking for representation in exchange for the fruits of their labor. If captured, our founding fathers would have had a swift trial ending at the end of a noose. Our Revolution was called the Presbyterian War in England because the clergy stood up and promoted natural law under God. The British army did not even consider the men serving under Washington as soldiers but unwashed rabble. That was the reason the Hessian troops killed prisoners instead of according them any status as soldiers.
Our founding fathers and the soldiers who fought to make these united States received little to no monetary payment. How can you put a price on freedom? But today, our sense of values are predicated on material possessions and political power instead of morality. We are seeing the demise of our country’s wealth and economy but if this be the price to regain the soul of our country, is it not worth it? What price would you pay to ensure freedom for your children?
History shows that our next steps will give us either freedom or tyranny. The people whose goal is tyranny, have effectively learned to make “useful idiots” such as Meredith Whitney promote their agenda using slander. Patriots standing up for our country are not concerned with their unemployment checks running out: they are concerned for their future liberty and their country.
David DeGerolamo
Rudyard Kipling got it right … “IF”
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And -- which is more -- you’ll be a Man my son!