We are now, with great trepidation, standing on the precipice of unchartered history, and regardless of our self-evident truths and hemorrhaging prayers we must dutifully acknowledge the dawn of our own undoing is upon us. Think not of Concord and Lexington, nor Shiloh or Gettysburg, and most certainly stay clear of Normandy and Iwo Jima, but with great focus lay your mind upon the future battlefields where the screams of young men cannot be heard because they have been silenced. It is our free exercise of ideas that is being gutted, exsanguinate if you will of the very essence of our grievances. To you I can only ask to ponder the pages of our imminent States and ask yourself what shall be written?

The wheels of our progressive progression are in full spin. Twisting the unwitting into believing that silence is golden and the pulpit of sedition shall be removed once the rituals have taken place. Yet, there are no moments from our hallowed past that should...