Inspiration? Motivation?

Anyone that has found this blog, and follows it will likely have already seen the “meat” of this post.

While I have never really found an attraction to “rap” this particular performance and message hits home for me.

I have not been able to post the video directly here so I offer this link, and the transcription below.

She called…

Blacks, Whites…wait
African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me.
Vietnamese, Philipenes, Koreans and Jamaicans or
Haitans, waitin’ Hispanics y’all.

Please be paitent
Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezualean, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian Democrats
I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan?
Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city
skyline when the twin towers still existed.
But still She called.

From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal.
Because She was in desperate need of a hero,
and didn’t have time to decipher what to call ’em,
so she called ’em all Her children.
The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called.
The fact that someone attempted to harm us
this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms.
And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets.
A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced,
and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek.
Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet.
As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris
and said, “I am America, and I’m calling on the land of the free.”
So they answered.

All personal differences set to the side
because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over,
and which trimester the embryo is considered alive,
or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide.
You see, someone attempted to choke the voice
of the one who gave us the right for choice,
and now she was callin.
And somebody had to answer.
Who was going to answer?

So they did.
Stern faces and chisled chins.
Devoted women and disciplined men,
who rose from the ashes like a pheonix
and said “don’t worry, we’ll stand in your defense.”
They tightened up their bootlaces
and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends.
They tried to bombard them with the “hold on”, “wait-a-minute’s”, and “what-if’s”.
And “Daddy, where you goin?”.
And, “Mommy, why you leavin?”.
And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said “Don’t worry, I have my reasons.
You see, to this country I pledged my allegience
to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic.
So as long as I’m breathin, I’ll run though hell-fire,
meet the enemy on the front lines,
look him directly in his face,
stare directly in his eyes and scream,
“I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED!
I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID!
I’LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN.
I’LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!”

And if by chance death is my fate,
pin my medals upon my chest,
and throw Old Glory on my grave.
But, don’t y’all cry for me.
You see, my Father’s prepared a place.
I’ll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates.
Because freedom was never free.
POW’s, and fallen soldiers
all paid the ultimate sacrafice
along side veterans who put themselves in harms way.
Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy’s weight,
but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played.
You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right
to say that I’m Black. Or white.

Or

African American or Caucasian,
I’m Asian, excuse me.
I’m Vietnamese, Philipene, Korean, or Jamaican.
I’m Haitan, Hispanic

Y’all, Please be paitent.
I’m Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezualean, Cuban,
Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat
I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan.
I’m Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic,
Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters,
Hindu, Sunii Muslim,

Brothers and Sisters We’re just Americans.
So with that I say
“Thank You” to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines,
for preserving my rights
to live and die for this life
and paying the ultimate price for me to be…FREE!

While my Corps is actively looking for younger and fitter individuals than I, know this…. I will lace those boots up again anytime I am asked. While the government has said that I served my country well, I took an oath that my honor will not release me from.

So my thanks the SSGT Dean for so eloquently communicating this message.

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Revamping the Site

Hang tight folks, I will likely have some remodeling taking place on this site over the next month of two. I need to figure out what I can and cannot do with both this host, and their version of wordpress. I am not happy at all with the appearance of the site but, I may have to put a new domain up to build one out from scratch. I love learning but, this maybe a bit frustrating for a little while.

Missing Updates

I apologize to anyone following, or dropping into this blog looking for entries. As I implied in a couple of previous posts, life has been keeping me busy recently. Between the kids, work, building a new computer (and rebuilding the software load), and a new martial arts hobby my posting time has been limited.

My immediate goal here is to focus on finding a regular time to write a meaningful update. Developing some real thoughts and getting them on paper and published. Hang in there with me it will be an evolution. In the interim, I suspect I will continue to point you to other’s articles that I find thought provoking or that present viewpoints that I share.

The Old Ways

So aside from being swamped and not having enough time to post to this blog as much as I would like, I have been following an interesting daily quote series over at Random Nuclear Strikes, excerpts from The Reagan Diaries. Even though Reagan was part of my Chain of Command in the ’80s I was so far removed that I had no appreciation for his communication skills, and his command of a tool set that is being lost in this age of electronics and information. Reagan’s use of personal, handwritten letters, and appeals to other world leaders is fascinating. It reminds me of the tools and mindset that my grandfather exposed me to, and unfortunately, I never embraced. Perhaps now is the time.

If you have time go read this book. I am planning on it, some time, when I can find a few minutes here, and there.

Lex’s – The way we were

Take the time to go read this post, over at Lex’s place.  It says a lot.

Missing Updates

All – My apologies.  This blog has been back burnered for a few weeks.  Getting back into the swing of it now.