Happy 4th my fellow patriots! This anniversary of our declared independence might seem a wee bit muddled due to the ugly circumstances these United States of America find themselves in.
Left-wing Jacobins, anarchist Antifa hordes, BLM Marxists, and Iconoclasts of all stripes who all attempting to destroy “Our City on the Hill” and the last best hope for mankind. They are trying to plant the demon seeds of our own destruction from within the U. S. of A. only if we allow them.
Please let good old Gumshoe offer some reading recommendations that have given me much solace, counsel, and inspiration during my four years in the Marine Corps as well as my four decades plus in law enforcement. Perhaps these great readings will also offer you the same respite. This is my hope for all of “you’ uns”.
First on my list is “Invictus” (Latin for “unconquered”) By William Henry Henley:
Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years, finds and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishment the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Next on my list is the good Rudyard Kipling’s “If”:
“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming you; if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too; if you can wait and not be tired waiting; or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, and yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; if you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap of fools, or watch the things you gave your life to broken, and stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them “”Hold on”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much; if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—yours is the earth and everything that’s in it, and—which is more—you’ll be a man, my son!”
Gumshoe now turns to one of my personal favorites by Teddy Roosevelt, “The Man in the Arena” taken from his speech, “Citizenship in a Republic”:
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Lastly, Gumshoe will close from our fellow patriot Thomas Paine who signed his “nom de plume”—“Common Sense“ in his “The American Crisis” series of pamphlets:
These are times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods, and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated.
Well, there you have it my readers; words to ponder, to live by and to definitely pass on to our next generation.
God bless all of us and especially, GOD BLESS AMERICA!