(A “Modern” Retelling of Ancient History—with apologies to William Shakespeare).
(Reference: “JULIUS CAESAR” by William Shakespeare, Act. 111, Scene 11: CAESAR’S FUNERAL ORATION, BY MARK ANTONY.)
Patriots, Americans, countrymen, listen to me.
I come to expose the truth, not to bury it.
The evil that liberals do lives after them,
When it should be buried with their bones.
So should it be with all collectivists.
The ignoble brutes have told you that Americanists and patriots are dangerous;
This is not so, it is a grievous lie,
And grievously have we been maligned.
Here, lacking leave of the Clintons, Obama, Biden, Pelosi, Schumer, and the rest of them,
For they are dishonorable people,
So are they all—all dishonorable—
Come I to speak in America’s behalf!
Its constitution is my freedom, faithful and just to me,
As it was to our Republic’s Founders;
But liberals say it is outmoded—out of date,
For surely they are dishonorable people!
They have brought many socialists home to Washington,
Whose theories did the treasury coffers empty.
Does this in truth seem wise?
When the poor cried, did not Obama weep?
But we know his ambitions were made of poor men’s tears.
King Biden said that we were “extremists”,
And yes, some say that he was an “honorable” man.
But you all did see how Biden deceitfully stole the kingly crown
From President Trump, which he claimed was rightfully his.
This was his ambition, but it was not so!
I speak to disprove what liberals have said,
And I am here to speak what I do know.
You all did love our country once, not without cause.
What cause withholds you then to fight for it?
Oh history, art thou lost on brutish beasts?
Have wise men lost their reason?
Bear with me, my heart is in the coffin there with freedom,
And I must pause ‘till it comes back to me.
Only yesterday the might of America stood against the world.
But liberal perfidy weakened our warriors,
With few so brave to pay them reverence, until patriot President Trump
Brought them forth in might once again.
Oh countrymen, I am disposed to stir your hearts and minds to mutiny And rage!
We must expose the wrongs that these haters of freedom do,
For as you know, they are dishonorable people!
We must expose them for their deeds. I do not choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Or any honorable men.
But here’s a book, with the seal of ‘Arthur Thompson’,
Waiting to be found by all. ‘Tis his will to expose the truth
And let the people read his “To The Victor Go the Myths and
Monuments” which, I pray, you surely mean to read.
Now go and read great patriots’ words,
And reflect upon their noble thoughts.
Yes, keep them always in your memory and, living, fight for
Them with your utmost power,
To bequeath them as a rich legacy unto your children,
And to their children—forever.
It is wise to know how liberals betray you.
You are not wood, you are not stone, but free people,
And being free, hearing of the plots of traitors will
Inflame you, it will make you angry. I pray it will!
They think it ill for you to know their plan for you,
For if you should, oh what will become of them?
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this flag; you know the first time
It flew on high. ‘Twas on a day long ago.
Look! In this place ran Benedict Arnold’s dagger through;
See what rents the devious Franklin Roosevelt, Lyndon Johnson,
And Bill Clinton made.
Through this the well-beloved Barack Obama stabbed,
And as he plucked his cursed ‘Hope and Change’ away,
Mark how the breath of freedom followed it,
As rushing out of doors to be resolved if Obama so
Unkindly knocked or not;
For Obama, as you know, was America’s angel.
Judge, oh you patriots, how dearly America loved him, unwisely.
This was the most unkindest cut of all!
And while our noble banner thus was stabbed,
Complacency, more strong than traitor’s words, is vanquishing us.
Then will die our freedom fair,
And, turning our faces with a look of shame,
Even at the base of Liberty’s statue,
Which will all the while run blood,
America will fall.
Oh what a fall ‘twill be, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us will perish
Whilst bloody treason flourishes over us!
Oh, now you weep. Do I perceive you feel a
Glint of kowledge? It is a wondrous thing.
Good men—what? Weep you when you but think
Of our country’s flag dishonored? Look you then,
Here it is, defiled and rent, as you see
By terrorists, Marxists, traitors, treacherous industrialists
And bankers, and by evil councils hiding in the shadows.
Good friends, sweet countrymen, let me stir you up
To a sudden flood of rage!
They that do these deeds are dishonorable people!
How else should they be considered? What private hates
They must have. Alas, I know not what makes them do the things they do.
But they are crafty and sly, and will no doubt with
Platitudes and perfidies answer you.
I am no orator, as some liberals are, but neither am I a liar,
As most of them are! But were I like Patrick Henry, then I would
Ruffle up your spirits, and put the flame of “liberty or death” in
Every patriot’s heart, that would burn the bonds of slavery
Now entwining us!
Now hear me countrymen—hear me speak.
Do not depart without remembering why
Your country thus deserves your love.
I must remind you then. Do not forget the legacy
That history tells us of.
This is your God-breathed legacy, codified under freedom’s seal.
To each and every one of you, to every American citizen
It protects your right to keep and bear arms to preserve that legacy;
The right to life, liberty, and security in your homes;
Moreover, it has protected your freedom of choice and association,
Your freedom to succeed or fail as your own perseverance demands;
Your freedom to speak your convictions without fear or reprisals.
You have your freedom to enjoy the beauty and abundance of this
Land for your spiritual and physical enrichment; your freedom to
Worship the one who gave all of this to you, and read His Word
Openly and without fear; freedom to preserve this heritage for
Our children, unto the farthest generations if we but have
The courage to do so!
This legacy has left all this to you and to your heirs forever.
Your freedom to enjoy until the stars no longer shine.
WHY are you abandoning it? WHY?
Whence comes another such land with such God-blessed freedom?
NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!
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