I hear a low rumble across the land, a steady build-up of steam that grows with each passing day. It began with the same sounds of discontent heard across America every four years by those unhappy with the results of an election that decides who will become President. But something is different this time, after this short post-inaugural period, that defies precedent. Whilst half of the nation moves ahead with either blind hope, complete ignorance, or inward glee at how our country is being "fundamentally transformed" as Obama promised he would, the remaining populace, whose views are ignored by the main stream media outlets, slowly boils. Every move made by this administration and this Congress in its 4 week infancy adds fuel to the fire.
The hopes that Obama would govern from the center, in spite of his past, have been dashed. Talk of transparency, of the most ethical White House ever, of a post-partisan leadership style that would reach across the aisle, of centrist campaign themes to woo moderates, all dashed. Just Words! Just Speeches! Obama mocked talk of his "social-is-tic" views during the campaign, and yet to those who know history, his actions speak oh-so-loudly of his core beliefs. Within his first 28 days in office, our new President has laid the framework for universal healthcare, redistribution of income, increased entitlement programs, decreased national security, and most of all, big government spending with trillion dollar deficits as far as the eye can see. All the while, the sickly economy from which The One was to save us, reels in response to his every move.
Meanwhile, those whom the media chooses to ignore, those who see the writing on the wall in bright red ink, are filled with a sense of dread. They know these are not normal times, that theirs is not normal partisan angst. They sense a cataclysmic shift in the very foundation of the government, from which the country may never recover. They are angry, scared, confused; they feel powerless, their views unrepresented. And as the scope and power of their feelings grow by the day, so do their numbers, as more people take off the rose colored glassed and actually look over the precipice to which we are being led.
They know what others before them in history have done to alter the course of their fates. But they are, as of yet, unsure of what to do, how to act. There comes a time when one realizes that not to act is to acquiesce, and subsequently burden one's children and grandchildren with the consequences of one's failure to make a stand. At what point, if ever, will the courage of the disaffected kick in? An eruption is brewing. We have the power to harness it's energy with coordinated effort, or we can let it explode unchecked and let the chips fall where they may.