Some time during the first Presidential term of William Jefferson Clinton, a conservative radio personality issued a call for listeners to submit short essays on the subject of America’s virtual free-fall demise at the hands of what he (and JFK much earlier) referred to as a global criminal cabal. I put pen to paper and in a few hours I had completed a poem entitled:

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Epitaph for America

Born through faith and just use of the sword,

they prospered well in service to their Lord.

But evil minds practiced the darkest of tactics; they’re black arts were hidden, they’re sins were ignored.

The people lost faith. The freedoms they adored

were traded for chains in the sight of their Lord.

The evil ones reveled among the bedeviled; righteous heads rolled as tyranny’s reward.

America forgot faith. No nation can afford

to preserve its liberties without trust in the Lord.

For evil most hateful awaits those ungrateful

that Creator-endowed rights are easier kept than restored.

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Times were bleak and getting bleaker, but I never lost hope and never stopped praying. I knew who wins in the end but my beloved country’s death by a thousand cuts was agonizing to witness. The neocon Bush years followed the Clinton era, steering the nation along a divergent, but equally dangerous, path. Then came eight years of a total fraud of a President and a radical lurch toward complete national collapse, the culmination of which would have been assured had Hillary succeeded Obama’s treasonous administration.

And then something truly miraculous happened. It was simply called The Plan. It was meticulously constructed and brilliantly executed with the kind of efficiency that is seldom seen outside the confines of a desperate military operation, where the stakes are as high as stakes can get.

And that’s why The Plan absolutely HAD to be a covert military operation, executed by a relatively small group of deeply patriotic military intelligence professionals and a President with the courage and tenacity to lead the team and his nation into a glorious future.

It now appears that my tear-stained epitaph, mercifully, will henceforth only serve as a reminder of where America was heading before The Great Awakening of a deliberately weakened and sickened nation.

May God continue to bless our country and may his grace continue to guide the actions of those actively involved in the unfoldment of…

The Plan