A Modern Alamo

I found Brigid’s post this morning quite surprising – a sort of coincidence that was unexpected. When Trooper was away, he took one day to visit Bracketville and see the Alamo Village. It was the mock-up set used for John Wayne’s movie, The Alamo.

He walked all over it, met the local Sheriff (who wears rather more hats than that), and received a personal tour of the place. He was an Alamo expert of sorts and they discussed over an hour the intricate details of the story, the site, and this place. It gave him a kind of vindication for his decision all over again. After all, Trooper left behind all he’d known, a retirement, friends…all left to chase this dream from his youth. As he talked with the man he found that the gentleman had experienced something much the same – drawn to the place from youth, leaving his northern home as soon as his age permitted.

Last night, Trooper put the DVD in, starting the Making Of documentary first, pointing out all the places he’d seen. It was built like a real city – not just plywood with supports. We listened as it related how John Wayne had wanted to tell the story in a way that would resonate. (Don’t miss Laurence Harvey delivering lines from Romeo and Juliet in his genteel southern accent.)

Within the dialogue were amazing bits of language – words that I desperately needed.

“Republic. I like the sound of the word. It means people can live free, talk
free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober, however they choose. Some
words give you a feeling. Republic is one of those words that makes me tight in
the throat – the same tightness a man gets when his baby takes his first step or
his first baby shaves and makes his first sound as a man. Some words can give
you a feeling that makes your heart warm. Republic is one of those words.”

I’d been doing research yesterday and it had me full of worries, and thoughts of adjusting my priorities drastically. So the above was something of a reassurance. As it once was so might it once be again but not without sacrifice, not without some measure of honor bled out.

V-man writes of bloodless coup. I do not think it possible. You may get the politicians to ease their way out (though I have sincere doubts). But it is the street that is problematic. The unwashed masses, as it were, who have no desire to return to a sane and logical manner of living. What? Earn what they get? Oh, ho! No, not if they can avoid it. And by avoid I mean take it from whomever has it.

Too, it is not just our country to worry about. Do you really think those are the only hands in the mess? Meanwhile, I’ve many links and connections to develop. A pattern to discern. I wonder sometimes if I’m quite mad, because it is all so very…obvious. And yet ignored. At our peril.

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