I have lived through many frightening periods in my life, most of them mercifully short.
The years of WWII were very scary for a child. The men all gone. Searchlights scanning the skies of Houston endlessly to illuminate enemy bombers for the anti-aircraft batteries that stood silent and ready.
My Dad made a small wax record of his voice with a message just for me, in a booth in San Francisco before he shipped oversees. I didn’t remember him, but the ladies assured me, pointing at the Victrola that was making scratchy noises and emitting almost unintelligible words, that it was my daddy. I went the rest of the war thinking that my dad was a shiny black disk that spun around in circles.
I remember in elementary school the cold war “duck and cover” drills that were supposed to save us from becoming crispy, courtesy of a Russian H-bomb. We all figured we would eventually be toast, literally.
Later, as a young married man with my wife and new son tucked safely away back in Houston I was swept away from our home by the Air Force to serve on the front lines during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember playing chess while on duty in the wee hours one morning, when for a brief moment, we went from the scary DEFCON 2 to the terrifying DEFCON 1. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched the big bombers, loaded with nuclear weapons, taxi from the alert line to the runway to take off for real bombing missions. The doctrine of deterrence (called mutual annihilation) kept ringing in my head. Turned out the Russian bombers were not really flying over the pole coming our way, it was a human error at some Radar center. But, damn! It was scary! Never got back to that chess game.
Service in Viet Nam, Scary! Again, During the Nixon administration when the Arab oil embargo showed us what our world would be like without oil and we wasted hours in lines at gas stations on alternate days to purchase a maximum of ten gallons, (unfortunately we learned exactly nothing from this); then, in the last year or two of the Carter administration when home mortgages were over 20%. Frightening times all, and I happily survived them all.
The most frightening hundred day period in my life however has been the first 100 days of the Obama administration. Rather than staring my own mortality in the face, I have been starkly confronted with the concept of the mortality of our nation, our constitution and our freedom. Most of us have taken these treasures for granted all our lives.
I have lived confident that these sacred things could never be taken from us by an invading foreign power. We would always prevail and make them sorry they had tried. It had never occurred to me that they could be taken in a bloodless internal coup while we slept! We as a people have taken this liberty that has been purchased with the blood of millions of patriots for granted and have been lulled into a sleep of apathetic arrogance.
For the last 100 days, I have seen evidence that it is indeed not only possible to loose our liberty, but it is actually happening before our eyes and we seem powerless to do anything about it. I had taken the freedom of my progeny for granted. America would always be great and free. In the last 100 days I have watched Liberty slip right through our fingers with hardly an audible protest from those of us to whom our sacrificing fathers and mothers have passed the torch and the duty of vigilance.
OK, Mr. Obama, you have our attention, and yes we are afraid. Anyone with half a brain should be. Remember this, however. There are many just like me in every state. We may be frightened but we are not dead. Our founding fathers provided a lawful way for us to deal with situations like this. You have underestimated us. You are in for a big surprise. Your supporters were only activist enough to spend an hour at the polls before returning to their TVs and video games. The real patriots of America who see you for what you are are activist enough to do more than just vote. We will present you with the specter of a Constitutional Convention. The Same body, the sovereign states, that originally created the Federal government and gave it its charter (the Constitution) have the power under that inspired document to retake the reigns of power from you and the entire Federal government and amend and clarify your Charter. And, so help me we will do it!
I don’t blame this all on you as this has been building for decades. In fact, you are doing our country a favor. Had it not been for your arrogance and your impatience to seize power we may have continued sleeping for decades.
Thank you, Mr. President, for the wake up call.
