Don't Die For America

Joe Biden isn't worth it.

Joe Biden hates ordinary Americans. That’s why his administration’s actions in Ukraine are sending gas and food prices skyrocketing. It’s why he wanted to force me to get the jab to keep my job. It’s why he defends transgender genital mutilation for children.

I won’t fight for his agenda. And I certainly won’t die for it. Neither should you.

I’ve noticed that many older Americans don’t get this. The more the DC swamp regime openly wages war on their way of life the more they want to defend the idea that Americans should want to die for their country.

It’s a bizarre and crazed perspective. The point of war, in the best of times, is to not die but to win. Boomers especially seem to think the point of war is sacrifice, the giving of the last full measure of devotion and all that. As a Marine and a veteran I couldn’t disagree more. I signed up to defend my country. If sent to war, I wanted to win! I wanted to go home to my family at the end of it.

Thankfully, I never had to see combat. I’m grateful for that. Especially since I realized while serving that the wars I could have been sent to fight were utterly and totally pointless.

In 2019, my battallion was still sending men to go fight in Afghanistan and kill random members of the Taliban (allegedly). What was the point of all that? Was America safer because we put a rocket through the living room window of a random illiterate goatherder? How the hell does that make any sense? Was the First ISIS Camel Division going to stage an amphibious landing on the Potomac?

Come on.

I’m not a pacifist, but I’m also not a murderer. I have no interest in killing people if there is no legitimate purpose to doing so.

I am also not interested in dying an early death. I want to live to see my children grow up and have children of their own. I have friends whose company I enjoy and a wonderful family I love dearly. I don’t want to lose those things. Life, Aristotle says, has a natural sweetness to it. The life of a blessed man is even sweeter still.

So, no, I don’t want to give up my life. I will fight for it if needed, but only against its actual enemies. And guess what—those enemies aren’t in Moscow or Kabul.

The people who hate me the most, who salivate most at the prospect of wiping out me and mine—they’re in DC. That’s what critical race theory, the torn down statues, and 2020 riots were really about—the Left declaring its intent to annihilate my way of life.

The system I served while in uniform not only didn’t actually defend my rights, it was actively working against them. The intellectual disconnect was too much. When COVID hit I definitely knew that I needed to do something to stop the insanity and I knew I couldn’t do it from the inside. So I returned to Hillsdale. And here I am, duitifully trying to do my part in the spiritual war for the soul of my country.

I am a patriot. I am fighting for my country, my real country, and not the lying monster that occupies Washington. In America, the state is at war with the nation. I’m on the side of the latter.

And believe you me, in that conflict, I have no intention of being counted among the casualties and every intention of standing with the victors.

As General George S. Patton once said, the point of war is not “to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his.”

Exactly.