MY FEMININE SIDE

I've always resisted the touchy feely movement of the sixties when men were told to reach deeply into themselves and get in touch with their feminine side. Now don't misunderstand, I can make formula, change a diaper or feel for the downtrodden with the best of them, but not in a "ahh" slobbering gooshy way. The same goes for chic flix where nothing can be accomplished without at least a gallon of tears. However, the other day I think I found my feminine side.

While watching a documentary about our founding era I found myself becoming saddened at , not what I was watching, but rather at what our country has become.

The founders pledged their "lives, fortunes and sacred honor" to forge out of tyranny the greatest county the world had ever seen and is likely to ever see. What, I am sure, they never expected was for this great endeavor to become what we have today. As  I watched the screen I realized I was no longer engaged in what the commentator was saying, rather I was looking blankly at the TV and reflecting on my youth and the overwhelming pride I had when I thought of one day serving my country.

So, in my reflections I had to ask, where is the pledge to sacrifice, if necessary, our lives? Where is the willingness to give our money to a just cause or risk it in the fight for freedom? Where is our sacred honor?

We have in Barack Obama a man with no honor and no interest in the real America, a congress that is clueless and an electorate that can't discern the truth from a con job. The founders would revolt and another revolution would ensue.

A revolution with arms is not advisable, however, a revolution at the voting booth is essential.

Kershaw Getty