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Hardcover
First published January 1, 2005
It just doesn’t seem as if there are too many special-interest groups for openly gay, pro-choice, pro-death-penalty feminists with Ronald Reagan as their hero and a gun named Snuffy in the night table.
We no longer take our freedom for granted… We finally understand at our very core that tomorrow is not guaranteed.
While I have unending faith in the ability and goodness of the American people, I’ve seen us grow more and more reticent about striking back. Perhaps we fear the price the Left has placed on dissent—name-calling and accusations, in all cases giving pain, and in the worst cases leading to loss of work, friends, and family.
It is imperative you do not view big companies as impervious. In many ways, the people who run a company like Viacom are like the Wizard of Oz—very small men and women who manipulate smoke and mirrors, hoping to keep you and your judgment at bay.
…there’s nothing like waking up in the morning and recognizing that you are the only one who will define you that day.
…the media only have power if you allow it. The battle is for your mind—but your mind cannot be taken, it has to be willingly given.
My willingness to defend myself to the death stems from my own self-esteem. I know I am worthy of being saved, and I am willing to act on that worthiness.
No one, however, has touched on what I contend is the most remarkable by-product of the mass murder on that day—the exposure of the importance and power of the American individual, and how Leftist policies and neosocialism in this country were doing great damage to our ability (and willingness) to defend and declare the greatness of this nation.
…once I was completely free from the Leftist establishment, and looked back on my own reasoning, I realized first with shock and then with shame that I was describing myself as I described the unthinking haters who wanted to punish people for being different.
Our greatness perturbs many in the world for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that it reminds the mediocre of, well, their mediocrity.
The less you read, the less you understand yourself.