We’re the last hope of mankind. If
America falls, civilization falls.
The Enemies of History
by L. Neil Smith
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I don’t really know when or how I first became interested in history. I remember memorizing the names of every Roman emperor, on my own, when I was taking Latin in 7th Grade, but I don’t exactly remember why. I remember reading an extremely impressive book, around the same time, about Elizabeth Tudor, possibly the greatest leader Western Civilization has ever had. A long time later I was fascinated by the stories that Robert LeFevre (look him up) told about American Revolutionary characters like George Washington, Paul Revere, and Israel Putnam (look him up, too).
I guess part of it was my realization, somewhere along the line, that figures out of history, people in the past, were basically regular human beings who had to get past ordinary—and sometimes extraordinary—obstacles to accomplish the things that we remember them for. Another early “mentor” was the immortal Paul de Kruif, who wrote Microbe Hunters.
Breakfast cereal manufacturer C.W. Post, for example, and John Stith Pemberton, the inventor of Coca-Cola, were both terribly ill almost all of their lives, the latter suffering chronic pain from a saber wound he endured during the War between the States and a subsequent addiction to morphine. Post thought he had stomach cancer and eventually killed himself with a shotgun. Thomas Alva Edison was famously deaf. Julius Caesar suffered from epilepsy. Theodore Roosevelt began his life as a small, sickly boy and changed himself through sheer force of character.
I was a small, sickly boy, myself, pitifully undersized and suffering from every common childhood disease—and a few uncommon ones. All that I had going for me was my intelligence, and a certain stubbornness, which I found out later is called “character”. In this, I eventually learned, I was not unlike my country, which started small and weak—but bright and determined—and grew to be something nobody could have predicted. Because of Teddy Roosevelt, I taught myself, whenever I felt afraid, to take a step forward. I became an Eagle Scout, a musician, an underwater swimmer, a hunter and competitive shooter, a gunsmith and ballistician, a reserve police officer, and wrote dozens of books (so far) and thousands of essays like this one.
I write about myself, friends and readers, not to brag, but simply to point out that, whatever challenges you face, whatever limitations you think you labor under, you can accomplish anything if you re a hard-nosed son of a bitch like Thomas Edison, Teddy Roosevelt, Donald Trump, and little old me, Underdog. Along the way you ll inevitably acquire enemies and detractors you ll have to scrape off the bottoms of your shoes.
I guess that s why I admire Donald Trump. The liberals, “progressives”, socialists, communists, and other creepy things you find crawling under rotting logs who make up the Democrat Party want to blame Trump for being born rich, as if that were a bad thing and he were somehow morally responsible for it. It was certainly not his fault. But Trump took those millions and turned them into billions. He took risks. He won and lost and won and lost and won again. He is the most American President we have ever had.
What is the crucial difference between our adversaries on the left and whatever it is we are? It is not ideology, it is courage. Whoever we are, we are not afraid to take a risk. Leftists, on the other hand, are, as author and commentator Ben Wattenberg once observed, “afraid of every known phenomenon”. Look at their faces. Listen to them whimper. They are afraid of history itself—they tear down statues, burn books, and deface paintings—because history is a gigantic tapestry of individuals achieving marvels despite fear. Leftists are afraid of the common cold (and they’ll beat you up and kill you if you don’t act afraid, yourself).
This general election, perhaps the most important in American—and world—history, is a clear choice, above all, between the whiners and cowards and bullies, and those who only want to live by the Zero Aggression Principle (which is at the root of all of our concepts of real justice), the Bill of Rights, and their own wit and hard work.
The left seeks every minute to extinguish the indomitable spirit of human greatness and American exceptionalism. Whoever we are, we wish only to blow gently on it like an ember and let it flare forth into a conflagration they’ll be able to see from Alpha Centauri.
As usual, where we go 1 we go all.
Award-winning writer L. Neil Smith is Publisher and Senior Columnist of L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise and author of over thirty books. Look him up on Google, Wikipedia, and Amazon.com. He is available at professional rates, to write for your organization, event, or publication, fiercely defending your rights, as he has done since the mid-60s. His writings (and e-mail address) may be found at L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise, at JPFO.org or at Patreon. His many books and those of other pro-gun libertarians may be found (and ordered) at L. Neil Smith’s THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE “Free Radical Book Store” The preceding essay was originally prepared for and appeared in L. Neil Smith’s THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE. Use it to fight the continuing war against tyranny.
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