Paul Revere
By Doug Ardt
A Tribute to an Unknown Revolutionary War Hero
My father was born in England in 1736. He was able to find a well-used 1611 King James Bible because he had concerns about the doctrine and practices of the official government church of the Crown…the Church of England.
Eventually, we immigrated to the English colony of Massachusetts in America, to build a family farm with hopes of a new life. My parents loved the new world where we could worship as we felt led by the precepts of the Holy Bible and gain the rights of living bestowed upon us by Almighty God.
But this was not to last for long. British rule slowly clamped down on the colonies to extract taxes to pay for the French and Indian war; a technique called ‘Progressive Encapsulation’ or ‘Patient Gradualism’. This led to the place where many people felt the only solution was to take up arms to expel the anti-American, British colonial government.
Life became very difficult.
My father felt it his duty before God to join our fellow countrymen in the fight to regain our God-given Liberty to live and worship in freedom from fear and government tyranny, imposed upon us by what we felt had now become a usurping foreign power. He left us to work the farm without him.
We were young; we tried the best we could, but it was very difficult. A ferocious storm ripped away part of the roof on our cabin. We repaired it as best we could but supplies were limited, nails were non-existent because they had to be made by a blacksmith not in our town, and the roof continued to leak. We couldn’t live in that part of the cabin so we moved everything across the room. We had to haul our own water, plant and care for the farm.
We bartered for plowing with a neighbor too old to go to war against the British. We had little to trade for scant supplies, and food and stores dwindled. We heard nothing from our colonial opposition forces until the war approached our area.
Then, unexpectedly, we received a message from a neighbor. My father had been killed in battle, shot by a British musket. He would not be coming home. He was buried near the battle site, somewhere unknown, along with many others.
We were devastated. How could this happen? What would we do? Mother cried for days; it was hard to know how to console her. How would we farm and care for ourselves? My brothers and sisters were too young to know what to do, with limited skills and only a home-schooled education.
So our only recourse was to try to sell the farm and move in with relatives; the Church offered some help, but there were many others in the same situation. Many of our neighbors and townsmen lost their farms and businesses; soldiers came back from the war front with bad injuries, making it difficult to work their farms as they had before.
We didn’t dare approach British officers of the government for help; we were their enemies; they would have no pity on us or offer any help. In fact, they were worried about their own safety.
The war concluded in victory—we had little to go on. We eventually went on with our lives but it was hard. Money and goods were scarce. I felt badly that my younger siblings also had to suffer: loss of education, opportunity, loss of the promise of the future. We had no idea how things would turn out in the future, we only knew we had to make good with what little we had; there was no alternative. It was tough going for many years with new problems replacing the old ones.
Eventually we birthed a NEW nation. Now at least, we were truly free to determine our own destiny. And it was good to be able to worship as we felt we had, without a state church and government breathing down our necks. We were our own local authority based upon OUR religious convictions.
We formed a Committee of Safety early on, that became a Committee of Correspondence with others in surrounding colonies. Every colony was its own country, often with its own customs, its own local churches from the old country, but ALL intent on living under One God.
One day a man came through our town named Paul Revere, who helped organize our own Committee and communicate with other committees. These Committees sent delegates to the Convention to form a new government.
We had high hopes but were also somewhat filled with uncertainty as to the future. Mostly, we were just too busy with the work of the day earning a living to worry much about how things would turn out, but there definitely was a new hope. Perhaps my father had not died for a lost dream after all.
I COME FROM THE PAST TO TALK TO YOU because you are the past to the future. The ripple effect of what you do with this country will reverberate back into the past as part of the historical narrative that makes up this part of the human experience, as well as ripple into the future, because what YOU do helps set the stage of things to come.
Keeping Liberty alive takes every moment of our life, every fiber of our being; Liberty is not won or lost…it is constantly struggled and fought for in a world of sinful depravity. This is Satan’s kingdom on earth and libertarians are strangers in a foreign land. Those tyrannical or socialistic regimes only exist because people gave up, let others decide for them and refuse to pay the very high price of being free from the resulting slavery.
It has been wisely stated that, ‘Eternal vigilance is the price of freedom’ because freedom is not a right. It is a privilege that is earned by a people who are willing to not only work for it, but who are also willing to die for it. But vigilance is not enough; once an infiltration of tyranny is identified, action must be taken to isolate and eliminate this socialist bullet aimed at the heart of Liberty. If you count yourselves as among the eternal Sons of Liberty, you were designed and created to a carry out a holy calling—that cause of freedom.
THIS IS WHY I AM HERE…to help you form your own Committees of Safety, starting with your republic form of representation where you choose your representatives to your Committee of the Whole, your state legislature.
You have already been marginalized and maligned. You have already inculcated the tenets of socialism and have already unknowingly wrapped the noose of slavery around your necks. You must apply for permission to do everything, from hunting for your meat, to operating your wagons through the streets, to signing up to gain permission for almost everything you do or think. Instead of building prosperity and passing it on to your children, you have saddled your children with perpetual enslavement to a foreign power.
You carry worthless paper in your coin bags, hoping to find a greater fool to take it from you, when you should have kept the honest monetary system using gold and silver as your Founders required. Now you have the disease of disappearing money which you call inflation—a path to national bankruptcy. The Old Testament Prophet said your pockets have holes in them, your fabrics are eaten by moths, and your efforts end in futility.
I AM APPALLED to see how far the shadow of King George has fallen across your society; I had hoped that freedom would never be extinguished from the earth, but the future for you does not look good…the Crown has resurrected itself from the grave.
You see, just as when King George III and his ministers set out to strengthen Britain’s hold on the colonies (and raise revenue to pay the British war debt), your enemies have subverted your original government by placing their officers into positions of power and authority to rule over you for their own plans for transferring your rights, wealth and prosperity over to them, leaving you destitute and penniless.
As Alexander Hamilton wrote in the Federalist Papers #22, “The fabric of American empire ought to rest on the solid basis of THE CONSENT OF THE PEOPLE. The stream of national power ought to flow immediately from that pure, original fountain of all legitimate authority.”
HOWEVER, I AM ENCOURAGED by the efforts of some of you to join the Boston Tea Party and take a stand in opposition to what is happening across your new colonies. But your Tea Parties are only a start, a start to your own Committees of Correspondence and Committees of Safety.
A Resolution of the Maryland Deputies, dated December 12, 1774 stated:
“Resolved unanimously, As our opposition to the settled plan of the British administration to enslave America will be strengthened by a union of all ranks, of men in this province, we do most earnestly recommend that all former differences about religion or politics, and all private animosities and quarrels of every kind, from henceforth cease and be forever buried in oblivion and we entreat, we conjure every man by his duty to God, his country, and his posterity, cordially to unite in defense of our common rights and liberties. ”
THIS IS HOW WE MUST NOW PROCEED to restore the concepts of Liberty and successful self-government; to teach anew what is required to establish peace, prosperity and the pillars of society based on biblical precepts. Please, please reread and internalize your Declaration of Independence, and let that be a guide to your efforts for which you are now meeting.
I HOLD IN MY HAND AN AUTHORIZATION by my chairman, originally for Paul Revere, who gave it to me for this cause:
SO I AM HERE TO HELP YOU by starting a Committee of Election Integrity, the heart of representative government OF THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE and FOR THE PEOPLE. This ad hoc, or focused, temporary committee may lead to reform within your compromised governance. But everything is on the auction block; failure is not an option at this late stage, because you have let things go too far.
This Committee is formally, structurally organizing THIS afternoon to effectively provide citizen oversight of local elections and advocate for Constitutional governance, something lacking in your lives. It will break down most areas of your election processes into manageable parts to dissect and correct already identified problems and loopholes created by decades of laxity by citizens (who should have been the watchdogs of governance instead of trusting those who promised to represent you). We will start by cleaning up your voter registration rolls and removing Arizona from the despicable organization you pay great tribute to called E.R.I.C. This will be done by a resolution in your legislature…. IF IT IS NOT TOO LATE.
My father would want to know he did not die in vain, that he gave his life opening a door to perpetual Liberty, never extinguished again by apathy and negligence, guarded by a society that has the same values, the legacy of all the Founders of this great nation—fallen soldiers and living Sons of Liberty.
This is my father’s legacy to you, so that your blood will not also be spilled on the altar of Tyranny.
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