This July 4th, I will lower my flag to half staff. And it will break my heart.
For today, a major part–the heart and soul–of America died. No matter how it is spun or parsed, the liberties we have enjoyed as citizens of the world’s oldest enduring republic, were seized by an emperor, a dictator, bent on destroying what has made the greatest nation in the world so exceptional.
A supreme court put in place by the founders contorted itself to justify a power grab by a ruthless Chicago politician who has nothing but disdain for America and no greater desire than to levy it with reparations, now neatly called a tax.
That lifeless bureaucrats can force citizens to buy that which they do not need, that a domestic army of IRS agents will now run wild threatening the population, that small businesses will have an impossible yoke around their necks is all a disgrace of such magnitude that one can only say a prayer for the passing of a once great nation.
Without our freedoms, without our bill of rights, without our ability to simply visit a doctor without a grey governmental goon in the examining room, we are no longer what has so long been the source of our pride. We are no longer America except in name and if the dictator should win again, that name too shall change.
July 4 has always ranked, with Thanksgiving, as my favorite holiday. Not this year. In 2012 it will be a day of mourning for a loved one who has passed.
My flag will fly at half staff. My heart is broken.