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A Declaration of War; By My Brethren You

© David T. Davis

Domestic terrorism, a frightening term to most Americans. However, it is a twisted, selfish, cry for some to arms. These Anti-American-Americans have been on the rise for some time now. A cunning fleet of decadency, and bigotry, whom dance around their sacred utopian fires. Burning down American traditions, raising doubts in the eyes of the ignorant - the children.

I am tired... so tired, of politics attempting to appease these terrorists. These, less than human beings, burrowing their way into the mainstream through the education system - through the emotions of social generosity. They start out as platonist charities. Small groups which want to do something, that seems (surface wise) to be a decent thing. Yet the agenda was, from the beginning, other than honorable. These people had no intentions in enlightening the world to a new harmony. We should have been aware of such false prophets when the Bolsheviks attempted to implement Marx’s moronic philosophy. A philosophy which is still attempted today in impoverished nations around the world. A philosophy which is slithering its way across the air waves of this nation.

Who is to blame? Evil? How can you blame evil? It has been around us from the dawn of knowledge. Evil is the anti-knowledge. The animal within. It rejects our strive to grow beyond the mediocre thoughts humans have. Evil is no devil which creeps amongst us in different forms, whispering in our ear, tempting us to disregard our conscience. Evil is a term created by ignorance to describe fear. Fear is the enemy of man. Fear created sea monsters, and wood fairies. Fear created governments, and churches. Fear is the source of intimidation over reason.

Mankind has lived with fear since his distinguishment from all other forms of life on Earth. And now, a new dawn of fear is rising in America. The fear of losing this very Earth through our own attempts to gain higher knowledge.

These terrorist are hard to comprehend. They live next door to us. They drive the same cars as many of us. Occasionally you can see their differences in the bumper stickers which cover their economically savvy automobiles. When you see the person driving such a thing, it surprises you. An eighteen, twenty, or even a thirty year old middle class white suburban. The kid next door. The reaction is one of surprise, and confusion. ‘Could this be - one day - the one to burn down my house, my business, in some fanatic protest? My own daughter, or son?’ You carry that fear with you constantly. Battle lines are not drawn between ideologies any more. Rather, the line is drawn between reason, and complete schizophrenia.