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  OldPat Yesterday 06:07 PM
On a warm May morning fifty-six years ago next month, an old farmer in his
late sixties and his ten-year-old son busied themselves setting up
their tractor so they could plow their corn crop.

Suddenly the youngster dropped the Stillson wrench he was using to
tighten the nuts.  The wrench landed on his foot and it hurt.  Without
thinking, he uttered one of those words he had recently learned from his
buds at school.  His dad checked the boy’s foot and told him to walk
around for a minute.

A half hour later the old man rose to his feet, stretched his back
and said, ‘Son, let’s go for a walk.  I need to stretch my legs and
check the moisture in the soil.’

The farmer began to walk down the center road that bisected the
fields of their farm.  His son fell in beside him with trepidation
because his father had said nothing about that word he had used.

When they reached the end of the road, the farmer turned around, and,
framed in a backdrop of majestic longleaf pine, swung his arm from
horizon to horizon.

‘Son, look at all this.  Sometimes I think we farmers are the
luckiest people on earth.  Who else gets to live and work in the middle
of God’s church everyday of their lives?  I expect my children to
understand that and act accordingly.’

With that, the farmer fell silent and began to walk back to the
equipment shed.  A hundred yards down the road a little boy’s
trepidation had turned into understanding, and  shortly understanding
became respect.

When respect became love, the youngster reached out and encircled his father’s two middle fingers with his small hand, and father and son walked fingers-in-hand back to the shed
to begin anew their day’s work in God’s church.

Friends, this was your introduction to the sage with a sixth-grade education – my father.

Perhaps the simplest way to explain what he meant to me is to quote one of our poets:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

When Frost’s solitary young traveler came to a fork in the
road, he chose to take the trail my father had blazed a few years before.

Today as SHE and WE struggle to understand who and what she
is, many of our citizens begin to understand that WE took a wrong fork in the
road a quarter century ago and now we must make a decision.

Albeit at different speeds, do WE continue to follow BO or
one of the dwarfs down the road to socialism, communism and one-world
government, or do WE strike out cross-country to find our way back to the road
WE should have taken?

Before WE make that decision, this Old Patriot wants to put in his
two cents worth.  I guess I’d better hurry tho because Chopper Ben and
Turbo Tim are waving their magic wands and will make two worth one
before we know it.

BTW those magic wands have a name – One is INFLATION;  the other is
DEVALUATION.  And Ben and Tim are beginning to pole-ax WE the PEOPLE
with both of them.

In the beginning, WE were guided by the vision of our founders and our father (Washington).

Along the way, WE have had our war heroes (Jackson, Roosevelt, Ike),
our consciences (Dolly Madison, Clara Barton), our visionary (JFK) and
our Great Communicator (Reagan).

But as I survey the political landscape of our nation’s history, I
see only one group that WE the PEOPLE have chosen to address by their
given name – our pathfinders (Dan’l, Davy, Abe and now Sarah).

The first two guided us as we explored and settled our land, and the
latter two were assigned the task of guiding us as we explore our soul
and decide who and what we are as a people.  At the core of her being is
the selfsame compass Abe used to guide us back to Freedom Road a
century and a half ago:

…that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom
..and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abe Lincoln, Gettysburg Address, Nov 19, 1863

When the GOPe visits P4A or C4P and tells me to ‘pick a dwarf’, I
just chucle.  I think I’ll wait and see what our pathfinder says about
all that.

In case you don’t know, this post you’re reading is another blaze on
the next tree along the trail as our new pathfinder guides WE the PEOPLE
back to the road that leads us to a democratic republic and a rebirth
of constitutional government.

In the beginning, my Maker gave a young boy, who would never know his oldest brother,  a sage for a father.
As a young man He gave me a lovely young wife who would love
me and cleave unto me for the rest of her life, and she gave me three marvelous sons.
When I lost her, He led me to safe harbor and gave me reason to live again – my grandson, Little Jake.
And as I entered the winter of my life, He gave me new purpose;  like many
of you,  I have become one of the trailblazers who mark Freedom’s Trail.

‘Today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth.’
Lou Gehrig, July 4, 1939

If all goes well, one day a few years from now Little Jake will look at me and ask, ‘Grandpa, did you fight in the war?’

‘Which war, Jake?  Viet Nam?’

‘No, no, Grandpa, the great war – the war for our soul.’

I will rise to my feet, stretch my back and Jake and I will walk fingers-in-hand into the house to the nearest PC and sit down.

‘Jake, I’m going to show you something I’ve never shown anyone else; 
I’m going to show you some of the trees I blazed along the trail as we
marked the path she found that led us back to freedom.’

And I will show my grandson some of the posts I made and explain their meaning.

What more could a man ask for than what He has given me?  And if need be, what better way
could a man leave this world than to be in God’s church blazing Freedom’s
Trail for our pathfinder as she leads us back to become what we once were?

I want you guys to know I am officially beginning my I-Am-Breitbart campaign, to take up my share of the fight to clean up after the insanity.

I will have a WordPress Blog up after Easter.  It is really local to my state but when you have a chance, I hope you chime in.

You are the first to know.  I hope everyone takes up their part to be Breitbart in their state or locale’s 2012 election campaign, for fairness not nastiness.

There’s been a lot of discussion across the internet about the pros and cons of Gov. Palin being more active in the media.  I thought I’d offer my opinion.

I’d like to see her do an expanded version of the website, NewsBusters.org.  It could be a weekly two-hour show called, “You Lie!” where she can show examples of politicians and the media actually lying to the public and then giving verifiable truth to the subject.  In the show, she could take on both the D’s and the R’s to give real meaning to fair and balanced.  At the end of each show, she could award a Pinocchio Trophy for the “Whopper of the Week”.  There would be no shortage of material for a show like this.

A show like this would be a ratings bonanza and the liberal media couldn’t resist talking about it.  The plus for her is that she could do it from her studio in Wasilla or any other location she chooses.  It could air on FNC on the weekends, or she could do it as an independent webcast w/sponsors or maybe as part of GBTV.  If FNC gave her a slot on Saturday and Sunday nights, her ratings would dwarf Huckabee, Judge Jeanine, or Geraldo.

Having a show like this wouldn’t interfere with her political and non-political activities.  If anything, it would enhance them.  She would be known as the “Truth Lady”.  With someone like Sarah Palin doing a show like this, it could lead to more honesty by the pols and the media for fear of being featured on her show.  And it would introduce the Sarah we know to the people who only know the Sarah that the media portrays.