Fourth Of July

Well, it’s the Fourth of July and here we are. Let the parades begin and the bugles blow, we are a nation sovereign and strong. Our forefathers wrestled our freedom from the British, killed off most of the Native population, and drummed the Mexicans out of their land. It only took smallpox and a handful of wars fought on American soil to make us the nation we are today. Let the stars and stripes wave in the gentle breeze of freedom.

I am a patriot through and through. I love this country. If called upon I would gladly take up arms or a pitchfork and defend this great land. I tear up when I hear the Star Spangled Banner, God Bless America, or a rousing John Phillips Sousa military march. 

The struggle for Old Glory could not have been an easy one, so I have only one question. Who decided to hand our flag over to the Chinese? Made in China is on just about everything we purchase. The mantra of modern America is a common one. Those three little words were once a whisper but have turned into a roar.

Red China is a distant memory. Mao is dead and his Little Red Book forgotten. Bloody incidents at Tiananmen Square are mere footnotes in textbooks. We borrow money from the Chinese government as if it were a kind and loving grandpa willing and eager to forgive the debt. We are lulled into a comatose state by cheap Chinese goods, totally oblivious to the high price the Chinese will eventually demand.

Only a fool would think we are free. Today our country is in financial, moral, and ethical bondage beyond anything anyone could ever have imagined. One day, repo man will come calling. He won’t be after our car, home, land, or chattel. He will claim the United States. Whether our government admits it or not, the common man knows we are on our knees to the Chinese.

We were tricked into believing Kim Il-sung, Khrushchev, Ho Chi Minh, and phantom weapons of mass destruction were a threat to our country. Little did we realize the threat was as close as our republic’s capitol. Every time we asked for a handout, we became more indebted to and dependent upon foreign governments. Thirty years from now, we may not have to question the birthplace of our president. Just looking at his face will give us the answer.           

How long before our country’s notes are called in and we surrender our freedom? If financial dependence isn’t bondage, I don’t know what is. 

Happy Fourth of July. It might be the last one we celebrate.