Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Alamo.

The Alamo.
The symbol of Courage, Manliness and Bravery... Not anymore.

Now we have movies that portray Davy Crockett as a woman beater, James Bowie as a slave trader (both are untrue.) They have been liberalized, their memory desecrated, they have been made out to be 'phonies'' as in the book Catcher in the Rye, (I discourage even researching this book).

Why? Why do this to these men, without whom there would be no Texas, and maybe, no western states?
Without a firm foothold in the west, the Mexican
army would have found it fairly easy to take over
the newly acquired Louisiana purchase.

Then why demonize them?
Because they feel guilty in the presence of such men,
even their very names cause them to feel inferior.

These great men who fought and died for a cause,
strikes fear in their communist hearts,
the fear is 'could it happen again?'

Could men fight and die for freedom
again if they thought that their country
was being usurped?

They forget that in the
Declaration of Independence,
there is a line that goes:

"But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evidences a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. "

The social revolution would be overthrown,
and their view of freedom(licentiousness) would be gone.

This is all supposing that there was a new social take-over,
We must remember that all Liberty is a gift of God and (though I hate
quoting from Tolkien) ''Is worth fighting for''.
This can only be understood through the lens of righteousness.
Sadly we no longer deserve the freedom's that our fore-fathers bought for us.
We have foolishly squandered them. May the Almighty redeem us from our
enemies as He did Israel, for His name's sake. May He give us warrior's hearts
so that we, like Caleb, will say
'Let us go up at once, and possess it;for we are well able to overcome it.'

Now to a personal update.
We changed hotels, because Gabe
had an allergic reaction to something at the La Quinta,
(or so we thought)
and we are now at the Sheraton Gunter.

I close with (it happens to be a Marty Robbins song) the ballad of the Alamo

In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone,
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown,
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one,
but sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun ,

You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by,
You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky,
olonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more,
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for.

Back in eighteen thirty-six - Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go - fortify the Alamo"
Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee
And they joined up with Travis - just to fight for the right to be free ...
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders
Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo.

"You may ne'er see your loved ones" Travis told them that day,
"Those that want to can leave now, those that fight to the death let 'em stay.
"In the sand he drew a line with his Army saber,
Out of a hundred eighty five not a soldier crossed the line .

With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night ...
Sent an officer to tell - Travis to surrender,
Travis answered with a shout and a rousin' rebel yell.

Santa Anna turned scarlet, "Play [*Deguello]", he roared
"I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword"

One hundred and eighty five, holdin' back five thousand,
Five days, six days, eight days - ten;
Travis held and held again.

Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame,
But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came ...
Twice he charged them to recall - on the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall
and he killed them one and all.

Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers ... lie asleep in the arms of the Lord ...

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone,
Like a statue on his Pinto, rides a cowboy all alone,
And he sees the cattle grazin', where a century before,
Santa Anna's guns were blazin', and the cannons used to roar.
And his eyes turn sorta misty and his heart begins to glow,
And he takes his hat off slowly - to the Men of Alamo,
To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo.

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