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If I, like Rip Van Winkle, should fall asleep and wake up 20 years later, I am afraid of what I might see and experience in my beloved country. In Rip's case, his country turned out for the better; free and independent. My country is presently free, but it concerns me about being so in 20 years. What follows is fictitious, and I pray that it will remain nothing more than fiction. ************************************************************* The White House, now a colorful museum of glorious history, some of which have been revised no less and worthy of detest, but the right to protest has been taken away. So she sits like a library in what appears to be a cave of silence, void of both Oval Office and President. Moreover, she presently has the appearance of an angel fallen from grace. The country she graces was once liken to a flying eagle proud and free, promoting goodwill to the whole human race. Miss Liberty has been removed from the Atlantic and no longer welcomes foreigners from afar to a land of opportunity and haven of rest for the weary. There are no Halls of Congress with seatings for Congressmen and Senators, and there is no Supreme Court nor 9 Justices. From these former United States, laws no longer ascend, because they ceased passage, execution, or interpretation. What presently descends from this once great Republic is an ocean of sorrows and a sea of memories of what used to be. *************************************************************** Fortunately and presently, the above is fiction, depicting a nightmare that was once a dream. But something must happen to avoid such a nightmare. The remedy for averting such a devastating catastrophe already exists. It is 2C714, better known as 2 Chronicles 7:14. It is my prayer to my Most Gracious Lord that such will remain fiction and realistically never be. May it never be said of my country tis of thee, this land of liberty, of the brave and the free. And may she ever stand with longevity and strong like the oak and tall like the redwood tree. 040520PoS
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