Vintage America would do well to remember the frightening words of Shakespeare, conveyed through the phantom of Hamlet’s father king, as he gives premise to the patriarch's haunting end. Appearing to his heartbroken son in Act 1, in a moment of desperate conveyance, the spirit of the murdered king gives a requiem to his tragic story. In one part, he says,
“If thou didst ever thy dear father love………Now, Hamlet, hear! A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of our nation is, by a forged process of my death, rankly abused; but know, thou noble youth, the serpent that did sting thy father’s life now wears his crown.”
These words, though eloquent and dated, hold relevance for our current time. The question now confronting vintage America resides blatant and derisive upon our minds in a similar manner.
By what “forged process” is Barack Obama attempting to bring about the death of vintage America?
And, now that he has stung the lives of our founding father’s, diminishing their essence and smearing their identity, “so the whole ear of our nation is rankly abused” with the evil lies of his sinister reparative agenda, he now enthrones himself as a victor over the murdered spirits of our founding fathers, and crowns himself a begotten leader among the kingdom built by 43 others far worthier before him.
Obama now benefits from what far better men have built for him. The forerunners of American history are scarred with sacrifice and bear the wounds of injustice wrought with struggle for a higher dimension of liberty.
Ironically, the words of reprobate liberal, Jeanine Garafolo, have come around to more significance than previously credited. This is indeed about a black man in a White House.
And, yes, it is about racism. Racism in reverse.
This is about a black man hating white, vintage America. Rejected by his black heritage, this is about the generational malignancy of resentment held deep in the heart of a bi-racial alien for the 43 uniracial patriarchs who came before him.
And, it is about Obama's covert stratagem for reparative social justice against the very society that relegated him to 43 places later than what he believes should have been his place in American history. This is about a social indigent whose life might well have been recluded to that of a third world existence had it never been for the generosity of his maternal, white grandparents.
This is about a man who believes he has an entitled birthright to delineate, and force upon others, his subjective boundaries of fairness for the citizens of the greatest nation in human history.
And, as the spirit of our murdered father’s depart, their final words shake their descendants to their core, “Adieu………Adieu……….Adieu……remember me.”
Vintage America must remember itself again. It must realize that the purpose for which it was born lies in the directive of our founding fathers and that this has never changed. For, it is this very thing that makes it right, strong and blessed by God. By this, the citizens of vintage America must stand resolute, unified in remembrance, and agreement, of who they are, and from where they were hewn.
Unwavering and destructive upon this pretender, many voices are rising against the surrender of our worth. In remembering the true identity of vintage America, the refusal to remit monetary worth into the hands of a reprobate government is the foundation of the establishment of our free nation. We should remember this cause.
This most valuable vane of American demography, empatriated by generational inheritance, has forgotten that it is the very essence of America and the essential representation of the human species. Vintage America is the advanced citizenry of humanity.
Like Shakespeare’s tragic protagonist, the spirit and honor of Vintage America is motivated directly by the courage of our expatriated founders. The echo of their sacrifice rings sardonically within our reason, conveyed perfectly upon the visceral understanding that we are here because of their vision and bravery. Vintage Americans understand that they are the direct descendents of those origins.
Long ago, America was an idea. That idea became manifest within the minds and spirits of a select few. Throughout the course of 15 generations, those chosen few became the ascendency of preeminence.
Barack Obama is not a member of this generational jurisdiction. His power is assumed by the "forged processes" of political deception and brazened hatred for those he sees as oppressors of his heritage. His "otherness" stings the lives of our vintage pioneers with injustice and criminal exploitation.
Yes, vintage America is under assault. Are there any Hamlets left to avenge the murder of their founding father leaders?
Or, has the incestuous assailant rooted himself so deep in the belief of his lies, that we, ourselves, are persuaded in kind to forget our dying kings?
To be, or not to be? That is the question for Vintage America.