Sweet Lambs in the fields of Roaring Lions

Where others honor Charlie by collecting applause, I will honor him by saying the hard truths. So should you.

Charlie wasn’t killed because of being a Christian!

Quite the opposite.

The powers that be would have preferred that. The Devil prefers people to be Christians; they are some of the weakest, most ineffectual losers the earth has ever known. The Church, like Nero, reigned over the complete downfall of a beautiful Empire that had once held the barbarians at bay.

At least the Romans, who, though weakened through the abandonment of masculinity, still fought the enemies at the gate. The Church, with high-pitched feminine voices, traded their noble calling for 30 pieces of silver… for marry-making, perceived social status, and easy living, and celebrated every evil invading our society: rolling out the red carpet for this never-ending crashendo of darkness. The BEST among them wined in the corner, sucking their thumb as their rusted shield and sword collected dust beside them.

Charlie was killed because he was a WARRIOR.

He was killed because he, like Patton, knew only victory.

What’s the difference between Charlie’s funeral and some sweet beloved grandmothers? Not much. Sure, it was grander, longer, and POTUS was there. But it was just more of the same. You could feel many hearts in the room yearning for more. To be led. To be free of the weakness. To run like the wind and Roar like Lions. But no… put your knees together, fold your hands, sing effeminate songs…

Who remembers what a Warrior is? What a Warrior does? Who remembers the Old Ways? Who will lead us?

If Charlie were born in the 1740’s, he would have been a General the British would have feared and history would have remembered. He would have been a friend of Jefferson and Adams. He would have been a warrior that his time called for.

He was a warrior our time called for. We should do the same.

We will do the same. And though I castigate without fear or favor, though I condemn passionately, we can only be where we are. This is where we have been, where we find ourselves in cucked shame. We must have mercy on ourselves, but not until we turn from our weak ways and answer the call to be Mighty Men, Warriors, Lions, MEN. Women are not Warriors. Never have been, never will be. Sure, there have been times where men so completely abdicated their duty to be strong that women had to step up, and in some cases, they stepped up in brilliant majesty. Some of the worst decisions in history have been made emotionally. What I am about to say, I say with a heavy heart, I say in honor of Charlie and his legacy. Putting Charlie’s beautiful wife in charge of an Army in a time of war is almost certainly one of those decisions. This Army needs a Patton, a Leonidas, a Caesar, a Charlemagne. I hope Erica is a Joan of Arc. And maybe she is. Maybe the long, consistent track record of women taking over when the clock strikes 12, then fumbling the ball, will end with her. I sure hope it does. Again, this is where we are, where we have been. But who will lead us to where we are going?

We will no longer be Little Lambs where Lions prowl.

There is already an Army waiting; the people are far ahead of those who have taken the spotlight.

Who will lead?

The Army stands by.

We are at War.

There must be NO less conviction when we fight by: Word, Law, and Ballot.

A Cold War is no less of a war than a Hot War.

A War by WORD is not less important than a War by BLOOD. The greatest gift from our founders will be that we can, and will win this war by word, where every other nation so lost would be forced to win by blood.