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http://www.americanthinker.com/2009/10/the_trauma_of_obama.html

This portion of an article from The American Thinker strikes a cord in my heart and is our answer. Let it be in our hearts and on our minds, for the few must be vocal, not loud, not angry but consistent, wise, and sane. Please go read the rest of this and pass it on to any who fear the loss of our freedom, or to any who have this little feeling that something is terribly wrong concerning this radical Obama and his henchmen.

There’s a final “F,” the most formidable one, the one taking root and flourishing all across the country:  it’s faith.  Faith in a Higher Power or ourselves or the American system or its people.

From the October 07, 2009

The Trauma of Obama

By Robin of Berkeley

Ordinary citizens rising up, like a phoenix.  This awakening might prove to be Obama’s most enduring legacy.

The miracle of a soccer mom attending a protest for the very first time;  an elderly man bravely stepping up to the mike at a Town Hall;  strangers forming life long bonds at Tea Parties or online, at sites like American Thinker.  People like me snapping out of the leftist trance.

In time, the Trauma of Obama may be overshadowed by the Mock of Barack:  people speaking up, from Bozeman to Boise to Boston — and refusing to become one of Obama’s hench men or victims.

When I behold the courage and dignity of my fellow citizens, I recall a powerful Buddhist tale:

The cruelest, most violent Samurai in Japan decides he wants to become enlightened.  He bursts into the home of an esteemed Zen Master and demands that the Master teach him how to become enlightened.

The Zen Master looks deeply into his eyes and says, “No. You are a dirty, vicious Samurai.  I will not teach you.”

Enraged,  the Samurai yanks out his sword and places it right at the Zen Master’s neck.  He hollers, “Do you have any idea who I am?  I am the cruelest Samurai in the world.  I can cut your throat and not blink an eye.”

Without skipping a beat, the Master calmly responds, “Do you have any idea who I am?  I can let you slit my throat and not blink an eye.”

The Samurai falls to his knees, sobbing, overcome by the presence of a man mightier than his sword.

Those of us who are paying attention know the truth.  With our eyes and hearts and minds wide open, we see them; we’re on to them.

Emboldened by faith and righteous anger, we confront the Powers that Be.

Carrying our children’s future; sheltered by the strong arms of our forbearers; awash with grace; we speak in one thunderous voice.

We say,

“We know who you are.

“Do you have any idea who we are?”

(You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.)

(Maya Angelou)