There is nothing wrong with wanting the strength of the ancients.
Their power, their glory, their prosperity.
When there was real leadership, real pride, real accomplishment.
And not the least, when our enemies had real fear.
Now our enemies infest us and oppress us.
In the halls of power, learning and acclaim.
Their oppression is endless, their demands pushing the boundaries of unbelievability.
Silence has made them bold.
Ignorance has made them strong.
They believe they are gods, that can toy with us however they like.
After all we have proven how gullible and greedy we are.

I am 32. I respect the power and wisdom of the ages, of the elders who knew evil when seen.
Who were unafraid, and knew what to fight when to fight it.
Now our culture is weak and soft.
Our enemies have pummeled us and pummeled all we stand for.
They are not done, and laugh because they do not see us stopping them soon, or at all.
We are insects to them. They believe they are God. They craft the right, freedom and privilege.
They style themselves masters of fate, kings of lives.
Their is only one such king.
And all the power they have gained comes with a price.
Their fates are sealed.

But so are yours if you do nothing, if you let them continue this abuse.
You forsake all that was done for you.
Some of them were ignorant. Some of them are at fault.
But your own ignorance and silence is even more dangerous.
Our enemies feverishly work to rethread history, the very perceptions of the vital struggles of this nation.
They work to unmake what was made. What we are as a people and a realm.
I have only been here a short time. But in those three decades I went to schools that had not yet been infested with communism.
I learned real history and real evil.
I did not whine about the bullies who pummeled me.
I took my blows and gave some back.
I cultivated an image of fear and terror.
And for my reward, my last years of school were peaceful.
I learned enough, knew enough, to respect the history that forged me.
The reasons and values, the principles that made it possible to breathe free air.
I had a chance. Those before me had more.
Those after me - they have little chance.
Soft, weakened, lied to and brainwashed.
Zombie machines for maniac agendas.
This is why the future is a monster I despise.
If we do not defeat the enemies now, their victory will be eternal.
The ancients will die. The memories will die.
Children are corrupted, hateful vessels, viewing their parents with spite and scorn.
The Old Ways are dying.
They have not won yet.
As long as the truth is taught, there is hope.
But the monster, the behemoth of darkness they have created is steaming ahead like madness.
The demons celebrate.
But hope remains.
Their is a greater power than the evil driving Demon City.
Their is a light that can burn all corrupt and injust power to slag.
Our enemies will be ruined.
But fight now, because they are close to ruining you.
If the future is ever to be bright again.
It is not wrong to want old glory and old power and old prosperity.
I have experience with new.The break apart far faster than tried and true old.
Hang on to the old. Cherish it.
Know what it means.
It represents a time of power and pride.
Strength and purpose.
America can become that again.
I had enough time to learn the truth.
But what of your ignorant hollow skulled children?
What are they learning?
What do they care about?
What will they fight for?
Or will being a cog in the machine be enough for them?
Will you pass your ignorance and silence down with your blood?
Or your spine??