One day soon, I fear they will come for me. I'm not a fool, they have made their ill intent all too clear. They are more than willing to throw the entire weight of the government against any one of us who dares to speak against them. As I write this, many of my countrymen are held in solitary confinement, political prisoners who dared dissent. But what are my choices? Be silent and accept their overthrow of my government, their eradication of my rights and my ability to speak, their determined oppression of myself, my children, and my grandchildren because of our race and political beliefs. Or I can stand up and exhort Patriots to rise up, to accept our natural rights, to form a line together and risk that last full measure to reclaim our homeland. Clearly, I have chosen that second path. I'm terrified. It is a constant cold weight in my gut. It plagues my sleep and it greets me every morning. Is this the day they kick in my door and take me away for daring to accept the guarantee given us by our Founders? "Whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness." I don't know that I ever actually considered myself to be "brave" in any meaningful way. But I recognize that bravery isn't the absence of fear, but the ability to accept that fear and move forward despite it. And despite my fear, my absolute assurance that one day indeed, they will come knocking on my door...I will continue to plead, to exhort, to call to my fellow Americans to not give in. To accept the mantle of the Founders, and to resist to the end. I'm sad, and I am tired, and I just want to see this thing finished. It really is us or them. There is no middle ground.