For many years now I have been telling my wife that I’ve lived for way too long. Most often it is in reaction to the latest perverse madness that I see reported on the nightly news. But also I see what has happened to my home state. Florida has been invaded and occupied. We have been inundated by unfriendly aliens from Yankeedom, from Latin America, and even from the Middle East. Florida will never be restored to what it was in my youth. I hate to admit it, but we have been forever changed – terribly changed for the worse.
Unfortunately, this is essentially the same for all of our beloved Southland. Realistically, there seems to be no prospect for improvement. We are outnumbered and overpowered in virtually every arena.
But I do NOT have to change. My little corner of the world does NOT have to change. I will continue to fly the flags of my ancestors. I will continue to display Confederate memorabilia and portraits. We will continue to mark Confederate Memorial Day. We will continue to abjure the yankee realm. The remembrance of what Dixie was (and still is in my heart) will not disappear until they have laid this old body in the grave. And even then, I pray that there will be a remnant that still unfurls and advances the banner of truth in the face of the demonic onslaught.
This is what the front of my yard looks like 24/7:
(NOTE: Pictured is our recently departed boxer, Nathan Bedford FORREST. FORREST was a beloved friend and protector for almost 13 years. He was born on Confederate Memorial Day in 2006 and a true and faithful Confederate.)
Here is what my front fence line looks like when we meet as a church on Sunday and when Free Florida First meets on the third Monday of every month:
This is what the front of our meeting house looks like:
To the left is the Seal of the Confederacy. In the center is the flag of the Marion Light Artillery, the unit my Great-Great-Grandpa served in during the War Against Northern Aggression. The flags displayed are the Third National of the Confederacy and the flag of the Sovereign State of Florida. You will NEVER EVER see a striped yankee rag displayed here. NOT EVER!
The meeting house (and my own residence upstairs) is filled with Confederate memorabilia and paintings of Confederate heroes.
Here’s what our flag pole looks like, 24/7:
So y’all, DON’T SURRENDER, DON’T COMPROMISE, DON’T HIDE, DON’T COWER, DON’T DENY, NEVER BE ASHAMED! They may not like it, but I intend to be a thorn in the side of political correctness until the Lord has called me home.
I don’t understand why my Sovereign Lord has deigned to allow these terrible circumstances to transpire, but I do know that it is accord with His perfect and decreed will, and I accept it as from His hand. I remain convinced that He works ALL things together for the good of His chosen people (Romans 8:28). I also remain convinced that our duty is to stand and to do right and to fight the good fight, so long as we draw breath.
I endeavor to say with the Old Testament saint, Job: “Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.” (Job 13:15).
The time approaches when all will be set aright, until then, let us do our duty. And don't let them forget who you are!
Free Florida First advocates for a Free, Independent, Godly, Prosperous, and Traditionally Southern Florida.
STAY IN THE FIGHT!
NEVER GIVE UP!