There is a scene in the movie Gods and Generals which is essentially a parable of our times.
I was particularly moved by it the first time I saw it and it has been very much on my mind again of recent days.
After the Battle of Fredericksburg Generals Lee, Longstreet, and Jackson lead the Confederate Army back through the city.
It is a disturbing scene of mass destruction, vandalism, pillage, destruction, and theft -- essentially everything that the Federal Army and yankees in general are known for.
An obviously disoriented older gentleman approaches the Generals, who are on horseback and gives a brief monologue.
Yankees.
Everywhere.
Where y'all been?
Can't find my own house. Gone! Gone!
What y'all done with my house?
Where is it? Can y'all tell me that?
Well, can ya’? Can ya’?
Amerika has changed from what it was when I grew up in the 50s and 60s. I can’t recognize it anymore. I don’t know where to find it. I don’t know what’s been done with it.
“What y’all done with my house? Where is it?”
All the landscape has changed with the decline of amerika into Covid tyranny, sexual deviation, racial politics, etc.
I am now an old man. Sometimes, I feel that I am that old man in the streets of Fredericksburg.
I can’t find my house. It is gone forever. Normal is not coming back. The Great Reset has arrived.
But I don’t meekly accept that. I can’t accept it.
This week I also had thoughts of my own grandpa in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew (1992). He was born in Florahome, Florida in 1907. He was the real grandson of a Confederate soldier. He moved to South Florida with his family when he was a two year old, when it was still pretty much a wilderness. He lived there his entire life working as a farmer and later as an electrician.
After Hurricane Andrew everything changed. The landscape was largely unrecognizable and the old landmarks were gone. My grandpa became disoriented and essentially could not go on. He just shut down.
Me on the couch with my grandpa in Homestead, Florida,
probably 1953 or 1954 – enjoying our “white privilege”
What we are dealing with now is a disaster certainly of the magnitude of a Hurricane Andrew, but it encompasses the entire country, and it is man-made, if we discount the demonic forces behind those currently in power.
By the Grace of God, I don’t want to shut down. I want to fight on, but I still can’t find my house. It’s gone! gone! Never to be found again.
Once again the yankees have left nothing but death, destruction, and pillage in their wake.
But I know that my Lord will someday soon set the record straight and balance the books and restore all things.
Until then, I suppose, those words of that old man in the streets of Fredericksburg will keep playing over in my head. It’s like an “ear worm”, only worse!
I managed to extract a clip of that scene
which you can view on my YouTube channel, if you like.
https://youtu.be/R-sCxCTr2_E
It’s not my intention, but this may haunt you as well . . .
STAY IN THE FIGHT!
NEVER GIVE UP!
NEVER QUIT!
I just subbed to your You tube channel, didn't know you had one!
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