I’m a veteran, but I’m not a heroic sort of guy. I’m just an average fellow with an average life and average dreams. I’ve been watching and commenting on the drama unfolding in Washington DC, and I have become both disgusted and dismayed at the intransigence of the Beltway establishment to the dire problems we’re facing. Crockett left his home, dejected at politics, and found his way to Texas where he expected to find something for which he could stand. As it would turn out, he made his final stand there. I’m not much like Davey Crockett, inasmuch as I’m not the sort to perform heroic feats, but there are a few things I have in common with him. I’m drawn to some of his words as I consider the situation in Washington. In a letter written after his defeat in the election of 1830, he wrote:
“I would rather be beaten and be a man than to be elected and be a little puppy dog. I have always supported measures and principles and not men. I have acted fearless[ly] and independent and I never will regret my course. I would rather be politically buried than to be hypocritically immortalized.” (Source)
I can wholeheartedly endorse this sentiment. I wish our representatives in Washington would all adhere to this view. Later, he wrote in another letter:
“I am at liberty to vote as my conscience and judgement dictates to be right, without the yoke of any party on me… Look at my arms, you will find no party hand-cuff on them!”(Source)
As I watch the Republican leadership twist arms to compel their recalcitrant members to join in their voting majority, in the name of a bill that merits nothing but scorn, I am reminded that there are other days and other fights coming in which I will not be deterred by false hopes in wayward leaders.
I look forward to a day in September, when I will travel to a small town in Iowa. I’ll join with others who will come there to see if there really are sincere leaders, with honest values and priorities more like their own. After all, September is one of my favorite months. It is the month of my birth, and the month in which our Constitution was signed. It is the month that marks the start of a changing of seasons, and it is for the changing of our political season that I go to Iowa to observe. Like Davey Crockett, I’m not sure what I’ll find there, but I hope it will be courage and determination. I don’t expect to make any heroic stands there, but I do intend to stand.
I’m going to be there on the 3rd of September in Waukee, Iowa, to see what I may and stand where I must. I know what I hope to see, but only that day will tell the truth of it. If you’re tired of politics-as-usual, then you might wish to join me there, as the people assembled will look to the future and leave the gawking, gnashing, and grinding of Washington’s gears behind. It’s time, I believe, and the day may hold the proof. You might tell those who would deter you that it’s your country, too, and that you believe it’s finally time to fight for it. If I were able to speak to the Washington establishment that now wilts before the demands of those whose appetites know no bounds, I would say simply, as Davey Crockett might have said: “You may all go to hell and I will go to Iowa.”
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