Tonight, this 31st day of August, the moon is blue. Take a few moments to stare up at that celestial orb, fill your lungs with life, and be grateful to have lived in a time of heroes – who denied they were heroes just because they once really truly were “the man on the moon”. Give a solemn thank you and farewell wave as you gaze at the moon tonight to Neil Armstrong – a man that made America proud.
It is not on blue moons, which arrive irregularly, but on quadrennial leap years that Americans decide who their leaders will be. This year the decision is not restricted to whom the leaders will be, but also what kind of America we want.
Increasingly it is not about the treacherous corruptions of flim-flam man Barack Obama. It’s not even really about Mitt Romney. It certainly isn’t about a speech or speeches.
“We are a nation of immigrants. We are the children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the ones who wanted a better life, the driven ones, the ones who woke up at night hearing that voice telling them that life in that place called America could be better.
They came not just in pursuit of the riches of this world but for the richness of this life.
Freedom of religion.
Freedom to speak their mind.
Freedom to build a life.
And yes, freedom to build a business. With their own hands.
This is the essence of the American experience.
We Americans have always felt a special kinship with the future.
When every new wave of immigrants looked up and saw the Statue of Liberty, or knelt down and kissed the shores of freedom just ninety miles from Castro’s tyranny, these new Americans surely had many questions. But none doubted that here in America they could build a better life, that in America their children would be more blessed than they.”
We’ve made it clear that because of the necessity of winning Florida, not to mention the desirability of winning several southwestern states, there was a clearly logical choice for Mitt Romney to make and that minus that selection this election is imperiled.
We hope upon hope that we are wrong but we haven’t seen any credible evidence to suggest we are wrong. And next week, as we warned, the slimy smeary feary Obama counterattack begins. It is now confirmed: line-up of speakers at Democratic convention is simply terrible, and that does not mean only boring but also a Bank of American convention of fear and smear.
But none of that matters anymore. What matters is what kind of America we are to have. What matters is what kind of American will one day look up at the moon:
“As a boy, I would sit on our porch and listen to his stories about history, politics and baseball while he puffed on one of his three daily Padron cigars.
I don’t recall everything we talked about, but the one thing I remember, is the one thing he wanted me to never forget. The dreams he had when he was young became impossible to achieve.
But there was no limit to how far I could go, because I was an American.
For those of us who were born and raised in this country, it’s easy to forget how special America is. But my grandfather understood how different America is from the rest of the world, because he knew what life was like outside America.“
Will Big Media control America as it has for so long? Will the American people stand up and affirmatively answer the question “Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave?” That’s what this election is about.
Tonight, as you gaze at that blue moon, remember this leap year, this November, you decide what America the next man or woman on the moon will see.