In the old movie Gaslight, Charles Boyer tried to drive Ingrid Bergman crazy by playing on her mind. Our government is playing on our minds by spying on us and assuring us they are not, even while they are recording every word we speak on the telephone, every word we text on our smartphones, every email we write or receive, everything we say on Facebook or Twitter, and I’m not so sure they’re not reading our thoughts. But not to worry, they say that even though they’re collecting it, they’re not listening to it or reading it. But if not, then why are they collecting it?

In total dark the dull red eyes
Crept up my arm and in my ear
They whispered soothing, soft spoke lies
Then told me they were never here
I lay in bed too scared to move
As tiny wolves licked at my toes
They smiled and said as if to prove
That all was well, that’s how it goes
My telephone will ring at night
I hear the breathing soft and still
The silent voices give me fright
I rise and then against my will
I call the FBI to say
That I will do what they may please
A dulcet tone says not today
So far you’ve only had the tease

Irving Berlin wrote God Bless America in 1918, and Kate Smith sang it on the radio for the first time sometime around 1940. It was a different country then, a fiercely patriotic country, where kids were taught in school that America was the greatest country on Earth. Today kids are told by Leftist professors and teachers that America is the cause of all evil, that if the United States disappeared there would be peace and plenty throughout the World. But we will survive the Left, and the Old Flag will still fly on the Fourth of July, and kids will one day again be taught that the United States is the greatest country on this great green Earth, and the last, best hope of mankind.

This Old Flag of thirteen bars
With its bright blue field of stars
Has seen bloody, fearsome scars
Has this Old Flag
It has flown in peace and war
Proudly carried to the fore
Children tutored in its lore
This Old Flag
Valley Forge to San Juan Hill
For Lafayette to Kaiser Bill
Over graves it’s flying still
This Old Flag
Tarawa, St Mere Eglise
Never conquest, always peace
May her glory never cease
This Old Flag

Irving Berlin wrote God Bless America in 1918, and Kate Smith sang it on the radio for the first time sometime around 1940. It was a different country then, a fiercely patriotic country, where kids were taught in school that America was the greatest country on Earth. Today kids are told by Leftist professors and teachers that America is the cause of all evil, that if the United States disappeared there would be peace and plenty throughout the World. But we will survive the Left, and the Old Flag will still fly on the Fourth of July, and kids will one day again be taught that the United States is the greatest country on this great green Earth, and the last, best hope of mankind.

This Old Flag of thirteen bars
With its bright blue field of stars
Has seen bloody, fearsome scars
Has this Old Flag
It has flown in peace and war
Proudly carried to the fore
Children tutored in its lore
This Old Flag
Valley Forge to San Juan Hill
For Lafayette to Kaiser Bill
Over graves it’s flying still
This Old Flag
Tarawa, St Mere Eglise
Never conquest, always peace
May her glory never cease
This Old Flag

Why do liberal progressives consider themselves the ruling elite, and why do they succeed in election after election despite the evidence they only succeed, inevitably and by degrees, in destroying the countries they run for their own benefit. I sought out a liberal progressive and by his nasal, whiny, fake British accent and his undisguised air of superiority, I saw that I had found my man. He was standing in the checkout line at Walmart, and I approached him tentatively, if not diffidently, with the intention of asking why it was he considered himself an elite individual. With nary a glance in my direction he withered me with his silence, broken, finally with but a single word.

“Conservative?” he said, aghast
Voice loaded with disdain
“I am the future, you the past
And we shall always reign
We know what’s best for you and yours
As we show every day
Elections come along by fours
And we win every way
We win by promising the proles
The substance of your gains
Thus guaranteeing that our roles
Are built upon your pains
Inflicting pain on such as you
Is just part of the fun
And why whatever you may do
You lose and we have won”
He gave the clerk a credit card
And in a lordly prance
He left me standing, staring hard
Without a backward glance
“He’s often here,” the checker smiled
“He lives just down the street
Soft spoke he is, with manner mild
And often rather sweet.”
“It’s folks like him,” I said at last
“Who run your life and mine
We’re heading for the cliff real fast
We’re in a steep decline!”
“Ah no,” she said with twinkling eye
“From him I got my phone
He gives me my share of the pie
I owe him all I own
I vote for him, that’s how it goes
His goodness knows no bounds
Without him I’m across the floes
And chased by hungry hounds.”

In a Republic, in a Democracy, the government rules by Trust. We the People vote into office people we trust to run the country on ethical lines, their actions restrained by the Constitution. Our fiat money is based entirely on trust in the government to maiantain the value of the currency, and that the full faith and credit of the United States has meaning. We trust the government to defend us, and we trust the IRS to tax us fairly and equally. We trust the government not to spy on us, not to create lists of those who disagree with it, and not to characterize those who disagree with it as enemies. The Obama administration has destroyed that trust, and has thus destroyed the only thing keeping us a country of laws and law abiders.

In God we trust, or so we say
It’s printed on our money
But have you noticed, by the way
That something sure seems funny
Our presidents once kept us free
Our interests were defended
But now we look around and see
Our enemies befriended
The trust we gave has turned to dust
To my old way of thinkin’
Obama’s thrown away that trust
He surely ain’t no Lincoln