BY: JAMES M. ROBERTSON

As I look, off in the distance

I can see a light shinning upon me.

There is a voice that overcomes me.

It says my love will always shine upon thee.

For you must make a stand

For you are given the greatest gift of any free man.

That greatest gift is the land of the free.

As I sat there pondering what the voice had meant.

My heart-felt soaking wet.

I did not know what this strange feeling was
building up in me.

I just sat there in disbelief and wondered
how could this be.

As the coldness of this feeling kept growing inside me;

I had been faced with so many different tragedies.

The coldness kept getting deeper and deeper within me.

I just kept shaking my head in disbelief.

I could not believe what my eyes had just seen.

For the Lord had shown me the greatest tragedy.

America would go through a great suffering.

That most people would their life in disbelief.

Until, one day when they open their eyes.

They have lost their freedoms that so many men had

shed their blood to live in the land of the free.

For this freedom, that these Americans

had so gratefully cherished had went away.

Till the children of this great land had all been turned into slaves.

Most people could not understand what had happened in this great land.

How they had lost all their freedoms to some communist plan.

Until one day this great awakening had spread all throughout the land

That becoming a slave was never part of their plan

This is the suppose to be land of the free in my home land

We all have to stand together so strong and so tall

To never allow freedom in America to fall

Whether that be the communist, socialist, or fascist way

This is the LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE.

By Birdman:

"I say may seem outrageous and outre, but my purpose is to push the envelope of discourse to its outer limits on the theory that freedom of speech, like both mind and body, requires vigorous exercise to remain healthy. Beyond this, the act of pushing the free speech envelope will embolden others to speak, and their acts of boldness reinforce the perception that free speech is tolerated, thereby increasing the probability that it will be. But as I embolden others to speak, so I embolden them to act; and in this way I help insure that free speech is more than a sounding gong or a tinkling symbol. Put another way, I hope to make the world safe for bigotry, ie, safe for the opinions to which -- in Ambrose Bierce's words -- others are intractably and vociferously opposed. But if I advocate free speech, I also advocate and impose upon myself the harshest and most demanding discipline on speech: I acknowledge my critics and call attention to their criticism, and I always respond seriously to any serious criticism they may offer. What this means is that I accept and impose the discipline of truth: If someone is right in their criticism, I have an obligation to acknowledge the error -- publicly if possible; and with as stringent a discipline as this, I am forced to be careful in what I say. For all its stringency, however, this discipline offers some very distinct advantages: It ultimately disarms my critics -- not infrequently turning them into friends -- and continually reinforces my reputation among both friends and foes as one who is as intolerant of error in himself as he is intolerant of it in others, and as morally incorruptible as any man who walks the earth. By this means, then, I retain as enemies only the evil and the stupid; and these are those who would be my enemies no matter what. Thus my fights are few, easy and usually small, while my victories are often grand; and in the process I accomplish one of the most desired goals of any man anywhere -- I can sleep at night. "