We fight no longer for the America of 1776

9/13/2024

One night, saved someone from jumping off a bridge. The next morning I heard a lady cry, “Gun! He has a gun!” and ran. Today, I’m writing for my little site to—to—what for? Back in college and soon to graduate I feel, I guess one could say, a romantic sense of normalcy. Before every war there is peace and every peace, war, but living in a time of peace I can’t help but think that in relation to God the cross we as Americans must carry is the cross of living a meaningless life. I will work, and perhaps there will be a time for war, but God has told every soul we should not worry for tomorrow. Whatever happens, God will wilt what He will. Nonetheless as an American of the year 2024 I’d like to offer this reflection so that whatever God wills I might be able to fulfill His will regarding this country in which He gifted me to live. This all begins with a rather simple statement.

The America of 1776 is no longer the America of 2024. The founder of my order, Blessed Micheal Father McGivney’s America of 1880 is no more. The America sworn under the Pledge of Allegiance, the America of 1954. That’s also no more! One nation under God? We’ve killed Him. The angels wait for His resurrection, but I’m surprised more Americans aren’t wondering why they swear allegiance to an America which no longer exists. Maybe it does, and I’m mistaken. Even so, men can’t deny that this age is ruled by rapid change. In former years a kingdom like Byzantium could’ve remained much the same regarding its laws, customs, and religion. Rather, this was the way of most kingdoms riding up to the Enlightenment. But now? It’s change, always change, a form of progress so the laws, customs, and codes that served every former generation should no longer apply to the next. A soldier now may spend a decade at war on a front far from home, but come home to find what he left to protect gone from the face of the earth. He leaves to defend his country, but he returns to find himself an alien in a new country. A man from before the Enlightenment, say a medieval peasant, when drafted could very least come back to his village assuming it hadn’t been razed during his military career. The next generation remained similar to the last, and there was no need for scientific distinctions between them besides first, second, third, or fourth.

But the America of today? It’s not the America of 1776, and patriotism in the hearts of its people sourced from 1776, America’s history, is a patriotism far removed from the America of 2024. The America whose generals suffered, starved, and bled alongside the common soldier of the front is no longer. The America who guarded itself from the evils of democracy, the mob, is no longer. The America where a poor man of Ireland may offer his sons and daughters generational wealth by claiming land in the west is no longer. The America of 2024 is a different leviathan.

The America of 2024 is not the America of 1776, I repeat. By God, I draw within the diamonds of my soul. Do Americans swear loyalty to the America of 2024 or do they swear loyalty to the America of 1776? Today, the Pledge, all the children swear, but to which America do they swear to? The America of life, hope, and the pursuit of happiness or the America of death, despair, and the pursuit of perversion? The America of 1776 lived for … the America of 2024 lived for …

My God, there is a time for everything under heaven. Men are without families. Women are with their cats. The brave gentlemen and ladies of Congress are discussing a bill to draft girls aged 18 and over to the front.

Once, I wrote a poem about the justice of inequality; about how mad I was over how a woman’s vote was equal to mine in leu of wartime affairs. Now? I don’t feel anything. I don’t—if my sister’s votes rightfully equal to mine because she too may be drafted to the front lines then I—I feel this doesn’t make me any happier than I originally was about the matter. Pandemonium. Pandemonium. That’s all this is. Hell’s been given reign. Confusion fixes itself through greater confusion.

Equality! So much as man and women are equal! Now truly, they are! Both are sent to die while brave generals and politicians of both sexes sit behind the line. Equal! Equal! Equal unto despair! The people must be trained into roles they aren’t naturally attuned. Man and woman must be placed in roles where they are weak. Then there will be no strength or no weakness. There will only be an equal opportunity in all things. A sister and brother shall offer themselves the same before the enemy, but their enemies will discriminate. The man will die. The woman will live. Maybe this is the sign of the times. Man has so little strength, or the kingdom’s so weak that both man and woman must fight to survive against the tribes. If only the America of 2024 could claim a virtue equal to the Israel of Joshua!

This is our cross to bear. Loneliness, poverty, debt. Man is without child; without family to protect. The people are sent to die for those they’d rather kill. Man fights to protect what’s behind the line, but he’s has nothing to protect but the seat of evil who only serves an evil people. Of this, I speak only of the kingdoms who as told by the Virgin Mary spread their evil ways across the world. Man will receive an order to destroy good in front of him and protect the evil behind. He will drop his bow and find a light blown through his white skull. Knowing between evil and good, choosing to do good; such souls go to God, but the souls who march for fear must ask for mercy and repent.

In this kingdom, in the Republic, I will graduate and work to market some cure for empty souls. Economies built around circuses and bread will come to burn, but the soul may still be saved. This is an America where women and men feel pride rather than shame over romances of lust better received through coin. Sport is made through consensual rape. Praise is given to difficult plays. Guess it’s always been this way when the devil reigns. That’s the cross we bear as those loyal to the kingdom made for God.

The soul, man’s soul, is all that matters in this world. To do good over evil. To know what’s good and evil. For this age many rosaries should be prayed. The people might punish themselves with their own chastisement, but with the Virgin’s intercession many souls may still be saved. The world of tomorrow won’t be the world of today. That our Lady has said when appearing in Akita. A chastisement, none like ever before, greater than the flood. So great is this chastisement that those who live past it will envy those who died.

The America of 2024’s elections will come to pass. Her prophecies will ring true. The people, yea the people, not God or single king, will come to booths to choose their own punishment, their own salvation, their own end. This is why the Republic stands. To show how souls are damned or saved through the will of their own choice. The people are given life but may fall by choosing death. “Thy damnation comes from thee; thy help is only in Me.” The Republic fulfills His Word, testified by John, in that “light is come into this world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” But whether this day’s America chooses life or death, as every Saint in ages past I can only pray that with God my allegiance forever stays. Saint Thomas More, pray for us.