Monday, again.

From Bari Weiss, an imperative reminder

She’s right, we are an inventive people with short memories, and we often let things drop for infintesimal political peace. All of us are subject to the warniung contained in Jeremiah 6: 13-14

For from the least of them even unto the greatest of them every one is given to covetousness; and from the prophet even unto the priest every one dealeth falsely.

¹⁴ They have healed also the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

But don’t be fooled, if the west backs down in Gaza, we will see this unfold again and again, in Israel, yes, but also in Europe and in North America where nobody knows how many young men with these exact beliefs have immigrated illegally. If it does, as far as I am concerned the current administrators and politicians will be as guilty as the perpatrators. The time for talk passed last October, if you can’t find your spine, it is time to shove a ramrod up your ass, because we will again hear Governor Patrick Henry’s words come to life.

They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable–and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace– but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Well, as Patton said, “When you put your hands into a mess of goo that was your best friend’s face, you’ll know what to do.” The trouble is that won’t bring your best friend back. As always

If you would have peace, prepare for war.