Today marks the first anniversary of the infamous May 31, 2008 Democratic Party Rules and Bylaws Committee in Washington, D.C., at which thousands of demonstrators from 30 states gathered to witness the spectacle we had hoped so fervently not to see. People of all races, genders, ages, creeds and political persuasions traveled thousands of miles to gather in the hope that the honesty and integrity they’d believed existed would materialize at the 11th hour of the most dastardly primary campaign in our history. Sadly, hopes were dashed in short order as, even before the meeting convened, in the weeks beforehand, thousands of letters expressing concern about the integrity of the Democratic Party went either unheeded, unanswered, or rudely and crudely responded to by the likes of Donna Brazille and Alice Germond. The crudeness and rudeness of Brazille’s comments became legendary and a website exhibiting the worst of her emails came into being.
The day was sobering indeed, as credentials were withheld from Hillary supporters in favor of an overwhelming majority of Obama supporters, who arrived decked out in Obama tee shirts and lots of flair, both of which are specifically prohibited for those in attendance, but were allowed that day, only for Obama supporters, who filled the hall in great numbers.
The cravenness with which the RBC conducted that meeting will never be forgotten: consistently breaking their own rules, the RBC took a long lunch break [3 times the original length of one hour], and, instead of conducting their negotiations under public scrutiny–if one could characterize a room full of Obama supporters as “objective public”–it was apparent that the deals were made in private over that extended lunch. It was the worst of times–and yet, it was the best of times, because the realization that so many Americans had sacrificed so much to be present that day was the beginning of true mobilization and coming together. I left Washington that night with a firm resolve not to support a party that so willingly and wantonly corrupted itself, and the flicker of a small flame of encouragement, for having seen so many people united for their country heartened me as the corruption had sickened me. We were no longer alone, wringing our hands in frustration and rage. We had found one another.
The rest is history: Four of Hillary’s delegates were given to someone who sued NOT to be ON the Michigan ballot [because he knew he would LOSE], 18 Million voters were disenfranchised, and the Democratic Party became known as simply an extension of Chicago style thuggery, corrupt as ever. It was truly the day Democracy died, and our Constitutional Republic foundered. It was a day of infamy worse than Pearl Harbor, and it was the day the seeds of PUMA were sewn. Regardless of what anyone thinks of PUMA, PUMApac or any other of its permutations, one thing is certain: a very large group of Americans decided on that day that they would NOT support a party that had disenfranchised them, especially under such corrupt circumstances. A nationwide movement began that day and continues to this day. It is the second Declaration of Independence, and we now have the Tea Parties to prove it. Coalitions in support of our Constitution, our electoral system and our Constitutional Republic have sprung up by the hundreds since that day, and continue to grow at a rapid rate. Glenn Beck’s 912 Project has become the only coalition enjoying main stream media attention, but there are countless others sharing the same philosophy and goals: honoring our Constitution and restoring our Republic.
And so, across our nation last June, out of those ashes rose the Phoenix of resistance as groups began to meet and form plans of action. Mine met in New York’s Central Park on a sunny Saturday afternoon on the rocks overlooking the duck pond, and before I knew it, I had an online identity called Central Park 7, named for the group that met that day.
We travelled to Denver and St. Paul for conventions, contacted congress and press, and campaigned for our candidates. We took pride in our willingness to stand up for what we believed in and logged countless miles going back and forth across this great country. We wept in rage and pain as our hearts broke with each affront on our Republic by the media and politicians and resolved more firmly than ever to refuse to allow them to despoil the system of government our forefathers designed. And we are still at it. Many evolutions and transitions have occurred; I, who never considered having a radio show, now have three, because I feel it is my duty as an American to work as hard as I can to get the truth out as much as I can in order to countermand as much as possible the propaganda ministry that has supplanted our free press.
To all those comrades in arms I have met…and to all those I will meet in this effort to take our country back, I say thank you. To our Military and their families, I say thank you and god bless. And to those who would subvert our country and our Constitution, I say beware. Be very afraid, for we are Americans and we will never give up.