“I Swear … So Help Me God”

In his private swearing-in earlier today Obama once again swore to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, as good as he has for the last four years because he said, “So help me God”, real serious-like…

Would that be “So help me, God” or “So help ME God“? Too bad there wasn’t a microphone inside his head at the moment.


Not only is the MSM insisting Obama Must Go for the Throat,’ ‘Pulverize’ & ‘Declare War’ on the GOP, but democrats honestly believe there is no need for some of those pesky rights We The People have had for well over 200 years because, well, he is who he is

Today on ABC’s This Week, after Rick Santorum explained that Americans are protective of their right to buy guns because they “want to feel safe,” former Michigan governor Jennifer Granholm offered a reassuring sentiment: Americans needn’t worry about protecting themselves, because they have President Obama, and “he sees himself as protector-in-chief.”

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.

The other day, the president and the vice president announced their plans to curb gun violence in the wake of the shooting in Newtown, Conn. I agree with all of their measures. But I believe they should be bolder and stop walking on eggshells about what to do with people like me and those not even close to being like me but still labeled with the crazy term “mentally ill.” The executive actions the president signed to increase access and treatment are all good, although the experts will struggle with confidentiality and privacy issues.

But since most people like me are more likely to harm ourselves than to turn into mass-murdering monsters, our leaders should do more to keep us safe from ourselves.

Please take away my Second Amendment right. Do more to help us protect ourselves because what’s most likely to wake me in the early hours isn’t a man’s body slamming at my door but depression, that raven, tapping, rapping, banging for relief.

I have a better chance of surviving if I never have the option of being able to pull the trigger.

All I know is when I was little most kids knew when they heard their parents proclaim to them, “I swear … so help me, God!” the crap was about to hit the fan.

Marcus Tullius Cicero regarding the danger of internal subversion. In a speech to the Roman Senate, as recorded by Sallust:

“A nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and he carries his banners openly against the city. But the traitor moves among those within the gates freely, his sly whispers rustling through all alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears no traitor; he speaks in the accents familiar to his victim, and he wears their face and their garments and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation; he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city; he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to be feared. The traitor is the plague.”

God, help us.


(HT: Weasel Zippers)



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