I wish they had fought one more battle. I’m talking about the World War II generation or, as many rightly call them, the Greatest Generation.
I understand they were tired after saving the world from tyranny, but if they could have just united one more time to focus inward, to push through a needed correction. But they were busy and the poison was slow in coming, and besides, who would expect evil from high places?
I’m talking, of course, of the Supreme Court. Yeah, I know, I’m supposed to be reverential, and I want to be. But consider this: When the war was reaping hundreds of thousands and kids in public schools across the land were openly praying for dads and brothers, well, the Supreme Court now says that kind of thing is unconstitutional. Rubbish. And when the GIs walked through the concentration camps and saw what the Nazis did to those considered less than human, they had no idea the Supreme Court would authorize the same kind of thing to the nearly born, to the tune of more than 55 million.
And now, the unelected over us are considering the complete overthrow of nature’s God by redefining marriage. So, what’s the solution? Impeachment? Civil war? No, the Constitution itself has the answer: Article 5, the convention of states. Two things that are desperately needed are judicial term limits and overrides.
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For you see, in America we have no kings; and apparently it’s up to this generation to defend the republic.
Robert P. Edwards