We as a nation are undergoing a transformation. It’s difficult; it’s devastating. But it also may be a necessary transformation that our country desperately needs. Today, we stand on the brink of the greatest depression since the Great Depression. Many are faced with a difficult choice. Do we continue to live beyond our means, or do we start appreciating what our means can get us? It is a fact that we, for the most part, have chosen our fate. In the end, it’s not the banks, or the economy that have failed; it’s not a poor president, it’s not a war, it’s not even an election. We have failed each other. We have lost something over the years. Perhaps it’s the American spirit. The statue of liberty reads, “"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..." Where is that yearning? Where is that desire; that will to have complete freedom and opportunity? We have become comfortable and most of all, we have lost sight of what is important. Recently, I have been watching movies that center around the Great Depression. Films like “Cinderella Man” and “Seabiscuit.” There’s something in those movies. There’s something in those people, that generation. That is the something we have lost. I, more than most, am guilty of that loss. How many times have I sat back and wanted; instead of looking around at what I have? But it’s more than an outlook, it’s a revolution. It comes down to one word: Sacrifice. Has this generation, me included, ever sacrificed? I would take a stab, and probably would hit flesh to say that most who attend my school, have not sacrificed. Fathers used to go without food so their children wouldn’t stave. Now, we feel like if we go without our Starbucks, we cannot make it through the day. The Lord’s Prayer, “Give us (God) this day our daily bread,” our daily bread. What does that mean? Simply, we are asking God to give us enough, sustain us, so that his glory can shine out through us. Looking around, I see that God has supplied me with more than my daily bread. In fact, my bread could feed a family of four. My father owns a small business. He has worked since the age of 16 and has never stopped providing my family and me an opportunity to succeed. Indeed, he has given me a chance, an opportunity to be better than he ever was. He has sacrificed; yet I have not. Instead, I have asked for more, and have expected more. I have asked and asked and asked. I am a product of this generation; selfish, comfortable. I can’t help but think we deserve this. We deserve this depression we are so recklessly hurdling toward. We deserve the mess that will undoubtedly come over the next four years; we deserve the mess of the last eight. We deserve to be brought to our knees. We deserve to have everything stripped, everything stolen away. Our freedom, our money, our lives. Perhaps this new frontier, this new depression is necessary. What will it take to wake us up? The answer cannot come from policy, or a leader, it must come from within. Only within can we change. Maybe this country is doomed to fail. They say Democracy only lasts a hundred years, and we are living on borrowed time. But I don’t think so. I think we can endure. I think we are stronger than all who came before us. One day, America will not be known as the land of opportunity, but it is not this day. Today, we are still the land of the somewhat free, the land of honor, and the land of promise. There will come a day when lady liberty does not welcome the poor, the wretched, and the meek; there will come a day when American values dissolve completely. There will come a day when democracy fails. The day may be close, but it is not this day. Some say the sun has set on this grand nation. Some say we cannot regain the respect of other nations. Some say we are lost. But it is not this day. Today, we are still strong. WE have strength to overcome this. After 9/11 this country bound together. Americans can no longer live in a great society without sacrificing something for it. Our fathers sacrificed, my father sacrificed, is still sacrificing; his father… and his father. Today, it is our turn. We must take up the torch and carry on. Men have fallen, men have bled, and men have died. There is no one left to help us, no one left to take up the call but us. I feel it necessary to bind together once more, to stand up once more. Dedication: the giving up wholly or earnestly to some thing or purpose. I am dedicated to this country. I am dedicated to cleaning up the mess’s that have come and that will come. I am dedicated to this country. The question you must ask yourself is, are you?
Interesting Perspective on the new law reguarding cell phone use in cars.
However much I agree with the legislation prohibiting talking cell phones as well as texting during the process of driving, does it not infringe on our ability as Americans to be free. The impetus for this legislation was that talking on cell phones and texting while driving endangered others and was an undue distraction to drivers. Well…I agree. But so is eating, watching your children in the back seat, putting on makeup, listening to the radio, seeing a hot girl on the side of the road, trying to find the street you need to turn on, turning on the air conditioner, talking to someone in the front seat, talking to someone in the back seat, looking at a hot girl on the side of the road, looking in the rear view mirror, looking at anything but the road in front of you, and most importantly looking at a hot girl on the side of the road. So where do legislators draw the line inhibiting our freedom as Americans. Does the legislation stop with cell phones? Or next will we not be able to put on makeup, have anyone else in the car, look at hot girls on the side of the road, make sure our children are safe in the back seat, try to find where we are going, look in the rear view mirror, listen to the radio and my personal favorite, look at a hot girl on the side of the road? When will the insanity end? When will the government figure out that more regulation is bad? People can govern themselves. If they can’t, then they will die for it. Or they will kill for it. The response: the regulation needs to come in punishment. If the punishment for killing someone in a car because you were not using a blue tooth was say, 25 to life, people would go buy “blueteeth.” Negligence is the trumpet for suing doctors, why not drivers. Figure it out. No legislation. WE don’t need a big brother, we need our freedom.
Sean has just graduated from a prestigious college known as California Baptist University. He enjoys long walks on the beach, the soulful sound of the Backstreet Boys, and martinis shaken...Not stirred. Sean is an aspiring author having completed his first novel: The Last Son Volume I. In fact, due to some luck connections, he soon will be on the road to fortune and fame: ladies take notice. Sean will be running for a congressional seat in Nancy (my eyes are so open I look like I’m on crack) Pelosi’s district as soon as possible. That is after, Sean has achieved his law degree, directed his first movie, won an academy award, discovered a planet, found his true love, and won the nobel prize for disproving the theory of global warming (yes it is a theory). Sean is available for autographs on the third Thursday of every other month on odd years, every other decade.