What do you do that is so important that it keeps you from facing what’s wrong with America?

What the hell could be so fascinating about some billionaire owned sports club or some skank celebrity that it keeps you glued to that electronic narcotic known as the TV set for hours at a time?

Is it that there’s so much wonderful sh!t on that it keeps you from finding out what’s really going on-like how come cops nowadays are so psychotic they tazer and shoot children?!

How come voting Democrat isn’t cleaning up the government?! Or stopping inflation or the continued disembowelment of America’s economy, or stopping the stage managed drug war?

Maybe it isn’t that American culture is so fascinating, maybe it’s just plain FEAR.

You’re not alone:

There’s a Working Family; Dad, Mom, maybe two or three Children. There’s love, but they’re not together. They can’t be. Dad works the night shift at the auto plant-because his Dad got him in and it was good money (relatively speaking) for a wage job. Yet Dad’s constantly worrying not only about pleasing his demanding bosses, but about threats of wage cuts, benefit cuts-kids gotta have braces and shots full of mercury and viruses, and other modern day hustles like health insurance.

Mom works through the day, at a diner-dealing with all kinds of customers, the leering stares of her boss sexually fantasizing about her… not that she’d be tempted by his slovenly greasy ass. She hates her job, but she needs it, oh so badly, and that lecherous pervert she calls “sir” knows it. Job performance is key; it’s a frantic pace serving the lunch rush and screw ups wreck the whole rhythm of work flow. In the back of her mind Mom worries about her kids, how much she and her husband haven’t been around for them.

Both FEAR that despite their best efforts they won’t be able to give their Children the opportunity to go to college and raise themselves up in status-although that FEAR is never, ever talked about since everybody KNOWS America is all about equality… unless you’re black or latino, or some other kind of white trash.

There are millions of Americans, of all ages, ethnicities and cultures. They all get up at a time they don’t want to, travel to a job they don’t care for. They endure a gauntlet of stultifying work, horrible managers and bosses, and then commute back and forth hoping they don’t get pulled over for going at the wrong speed or noticing their taillight’s broke because they had to spend the money on rent or groceries or gas-the last two items the prices never seem to fall! They come home and after that physical and mental ordeal they’re so drained understanding how their nation and destiny have been systematically stolen is… just not happening.

You think all these Americans don’t have the dread of their bosses deciding their job’s the next to be outsourced to Chinese slave labor, and their paycheck-to-paycheck existence will come to a end in a alleyway begging for change?

Yet, without much hope they set their alarm clocks to get up the next morning and do it all over again.

There are thousands of otherwise decent folks who made the horrible lapse of judgement and became government bureaucrats. Whether it’s for the pay or they perceived they were doing society some good they went to college, took the requisite pol sci courses with the neo-Marxist professors and whatnot. They passed their civil service exams. Then they found out the real deal; they found themselves a part of the beast, the amalgamation of federal, state and local government that through the tyranny of (supposedly) good intentions robs us all of our money, our time, our wellbeing, our Lives and our very Freedom. They work with power hungry little trolls, each of them brainwashed by their college professors to believing themselves the “intelligentsia” the “elite”, each of them the king of their own anthill. They work for a caste of neo-marxist administrators, career politicians-all lawyers, all traitors.

You think these Americans don’t live in constant FEAR that they serve the beast and it’s sole purpose is to conquer and to consume and to destroy the futures of our nation, our planet and every person it can? That all the purposely designed bureaucratic misery they and their kind come down on each and every one of us-that somehow if they can’t stop it or even slow it down they just might face judgment for their crimes one day?

Yet without much hope they get up each morning and pick their battles as best they can without getting fed to the beast themselves.

There are millions of Americans, born in the backwoods, the trailer parks, the gutted out factory and mining towns of what their-our common-enemies dub “flyover country”. Born without, they struggle with hunger, with poor health, poor education. They struggle with trying to make ends meet in a economic dead zone, that “American Dream” exported long ago. Most of all they struggle with class and racial bigotry licensed by their enemies-our enemies-through the culture and official government policy. America’s white n!ggers, the peoples of the South and Appalachia, if they would wake up, shed their blind loyalties, their blind hatreds perhaps they and the blacks and all the latinos exploited like slave labor could forge a new America, truer to what we think this nation should be.

Except they still hang on to their delusions and prejudices, in FEAR that their lives truly are that worthless, that the stereotypes are that true. Or even that they have always been and always will be America’s white n!ggers.

Yet they get up at four in the morning, and get to the factories and coal mines and try to make their bills.

There are hundreds, thousands of beautiful, talented men and women who every day attempt to make their childhood dreams reality in the cesspool known as the entertainment industry. Most are crushed in the attempt at penetrating what amounts to a racket that demands you sell out-put out on the casting couch-to a ideology and a lifestyle that does great harm not only to themselves but to the nation as they’re used as pawns for social engineering and thought control. A few actually make it. Most don’t and either head back home to salvage what’s left of their lives or use themselves up salving the pain of having their dreams crushed with drugs. Some are in a hellish no man’s land of being one great project from success yet so terrifyingly close to oblivion-and time is not on their side. They’ve made horrible mistakes or twists of fate and they try to struggle on, but as much as their friends and family support them those that run the entertainment industry treat them like plutonium… as if their scandals and treasons don’t deserve the death penalty. They’d love to blow the lid on the whole sordid thing but know their voice would never be heard.

You think these men and women don’t have their fears, and dread how inevitable they are?

Yet they go from one audition to another, not giving up, going for Greatness irregardless of their past failure, the tragedy that hangs over their head like a sword.

There are Police Officers who stay true to their oaths to protect and uphold the Constitution. These lone souls do their best to protect the People from not just the criminal element on the streets, but the criminal element that has entrenched itself in positions of power. Daily they walk a tightrope between doing what’s right and being able to do their jobs amidst the sneers of those that love their jobs, love their power, love that no matter what happens to America they’ll most likely keep their jobs as massah state’s overseers.

You think the brave cops that work in that enviroment don’t have moments of fear, of despair?

Yet they strap their bulletproof vest and gun on every day and face their own mission impossible.

There are millions of Americans-probably a lot like you in some ways yet different. The existence they live doesn’t have nearly the opportunity to work a 9 to 5 job for the reward of maybe 5% of the effort they put into it. No, these Americans are stuck in economic and social dead zones, trapped by poverty, lack of opportunity and culture. These Americans could just say the hell with it and resign themselves to being without, being beaten or shot for the crumb they struggled to get. Most do, but some don’t; they band together and however way they can… even if it means hurting you… they struggle against their circumstance, against the power structure oppressing them. All to even TRY to grab a peace of that American Dream that’s promised on the TV.

You think these gangbangers, these criminals, these Designated Urban Boogeymen don’t have their moments of despair, of FEAR it’s all futile?

Yet they get up every morning and do what they got to, against us, because the rest of us ceded control of our Nation to those criminals in three piece suits that proclaimed themselves “experts”.

There are hundreds of thousands of Americans who remember what that meant once. Remember in their hearts and minds our history, our true purpose. Not to die with the most toys but to help kindle the flame of Freedom, to be an example to the rest of Man to emulate, to even improve on. They write, make videos, pass out flyers, get on the low powered nearly unnoticed college radio station week after week. They wage a herculean struggle against the socially engineered apathy, resignation, and most of all, the FEAR of nearly everyone around them. Apathy enough to tune out the in-our-face treason, resigned enough to settle for perhaps enjoying the weekend ball game as the sum of one’s purpose, fearful enough to forget that together, united as one voice they still have the power to say NO!

This collective psychological surrender is what those hundreds of thousands of Patriot Americans struggle against. You think for one second they don’t reckon with the certain knowledge that they’re playing with fire by speaking out? I know for a fact I struggle with that FEAR of futility, of being brutally and permanetly silenced.

Yet, we still lay their hands on the keyboard. Grab the latest bunch of flyers, our camcorders, sit by the mikes and at their assigned time thousands of people listen to them for the Truth, hoping that they remain on the air, that they don’t burn out and quit, or worse be silenced by massah state.

FEAR.

It rules our lives, our thoughts.

FEAR has shaped us, molded us into worker bees for massah corporation and massah state. Molded us into overseers. Molded some of us into resisting being enslaved by massah by either criminal activity or practically accepting a vow of poverty and a perpetual set of crosshairs on our foreheads by assuming the lonely, despised title of Patriot.

FEAR is what most Americans grow up with. FEAR of being hit by Mom and Dad. FEAR of being punished by those entrusted with what’s known as “education”. FEAR we’ll violate some infraction and suffer the wrath of authority… which dovetails nicely into the slots massah state and massah corporation had planned for us all along. FEAR that, if we’re not “productive citizens” that not only will we not partake in the cruel, increasingly fleeting mirage known as the er, “American Dream”, that we’ll even wind up as homeless, or common criminals.

FEAR of exclusion-which the homeless and common criminals face every day. Of being socially exiled into a underclass in a nation trained by college “educated” social scientist to both think in terms of class, status and at the same time hold oh so desperately onto the mortgage, the no interest lease on the family land yacht, the slave labor made baubles that once upon a time, fucking Americans made for themselves!

I’ll tell you the truth: the only difference between them and us is they realized that there are Ideals worth fighting for that are more precious than their own loved ones lives. That to struggle for a Future of their own design is worth more than all the gold, all the land and businesses and ships and goods they could ever hope to acquire. www.hermes-press.com has some more philosophical thoughts about the greater need of humanity has to overcome one’s own intolerable losses. Yes the struggle for Freedom will get this ugly.