Change, Change, Change!
Deborah Venable
12/11/11
It
is hard to know exactly the moment that the tide turned on America. There had to be one moment in history when a
group of people decided that they were tired of the way things were and change,
therefore, needed to occur. This group
of people were tired of not having a king, perhaps, or they felt strange not
having laws that limited what they could say without being arrested. They may have grown tired of not having to
prove who they were or submit to inspection of their persons and their
property. Freedom became too heavy a
cross to bear for this group of people, so they set about to change things.
They remembered that a minority of the colonists in the New World had declared their wish to be free from the English king. This minority systematically organized a revolution, fought their rag tag ill-equipped battles and sent the English packing while they simultaneously set about to devise a system of government that would impact the world in a way man had never before seen. Yes, they were a minority, but they pulled it off by employing their God given rights to a better way of life. They implemented a change that could and would be studied and emulated, but never duplicated, in places all over the globe. Sometime after all that, this new group of minority decided that another change needed to take place.
Freedom,
had been a hoot for a little while, but human beings have a tendency to grow
tired of monotony, so they began to yearn for the days of having to answer to
ungodly things. What other reason could
there possibly be for people to toss away freedom? They either have to fear or hate individual freedom and
responsibility before they can wish to change a system of laws and government
that guarantee and promote both.
Freedom had just grown too passé for our little group.
So,
just as their ancestors before them, this minority group of people turned the
tide on America. They knew exactly
where to start to cut her throat and make her bleed – that hated Constitution
and its first ten Amendments! That was
America’s unquestioned Achilles Heel – that awful old Document! Not content just to see America bleed to
death from lost freedoms, our “visionary” group decided to employ parasites to
burry deeply into the flesh of America and suck her blood, which wasn’t moving
fast enough out of her gaping wounds, and scavengers to clean up the whole mess
from the outside.
The
old girl has not gone down without a fight, of course, as is the case with most
great beasts that are attacked by smaller enemies. She has struggled and roared; she has gone down and risen up
countless times, her blood has been slung the width and breadth of the earth in
this violent life and death struggle, her strength is waning. The changelings continue their watch in awe
of this animal of freedom’s refusal to die, but they do not cease their
attack. Their spears grow larger and
more damaging every day. The parasites
feast on the rotted flesh of lost liberties and the scavengers tidy the wounds
of battle to obscure its evidence from those who might care.
Some of those who do care rush in to bind up the wounds with scraps of Old Glory, shout words of encouragement to the old girl as she writhes in pain, and sends some of the scavengers scurrying away so the “mess” will be evident to more who might care. We gladly take some of the spears and toss back our own. We stand accused and misunderstood by those who keep shouting for change, change, change! They misunderstand that we, too, know it is time for change – now it is. Now that today’s America is an unrecognizable shadow of her former self, change must occur to heal her.
And
so it goes, everything changes, it always has.
Some change is called for.
America’s
heart is still strong, even as the ribs that surround it are broken and
bruised. Her womb still gives birth to
those who would “honor their parent.”
Her brain struggles through the pain of constant attack to produce clear
thought and command raw nerves, but in the end it will be the brain that gives
out first. When America reaches the
point that those raw nerves cannot be commanded or controlled, the death throes
will be an awful sight to behold. The
tide will drown all in its path, and those who first set about to change
America, as well as all her foreign enemies, will be engulfed in the vacuum of
her absence.