[High Praise! to The Last Refuge]
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This… this task… this charge… is no small thing. The Charge to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. Many have studied history and argue if a restoration has ever happened. They, those of lesser consequence, pontificate of Rome and our Constitution in the same breath and manner.
As if such considerations would diminish the resolve of a patriot… Those of smaller courage fear our task is impossible. If we do not strive – how will we know it can’t be done? And if we do not endeavor, it most certainly won’t be done.
And We Have Grit…
The Founders’ Republic, your Republic, and, in a larger sense, the beacon light for the greatest of all free western civilizations, will not be lost… The Charge Is Ours.
This day.
I swear you this: We will not go gently into this bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, the expansion of rage within our defiance creates the Thunder-clap; And ALL history from this day forward will be forced to note and witness, even if they despise us in the writing of it.
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