With the state ordered crucifixion of Terri Schiavo, so ends the music in some quarters. St. Huckberry’s main songwriter will sing to this nation no longer. All else that may be written in song is not a message of hope, but only of the bleakest dread of what horrors our nation is steering toward. This nation deserves no more messages of hope or warning, and so they will not be coming from these lips or fingers.
If you do not understand that constitutionally the Judicial Branch of our government operates according to the regulations and limitations of the Congress, you understand nothing. I will not argue with ignorance, the Constitution is available a thousand times over for anyone to read at any time. In snubbing its nose at its Regulator, from the lowest local level, to the highest Supreme Court, we in effect are presently living under a tyranny of unelected and unaccountable judges. We have become no different than the barbarism of the Politburo-led USSR, or ethnic-cleansing Zimbabwe, or the Christian-martyring Sudan, or theocratic court-rule of mullah-led Iran.
The experiment that was the United States of America has finally and conclusively failed. For two centuries our nation has been looked upon as the shining beacon, the penultimate, the perfection of human government. The light, like the life of our most innocent and vulnerable, has been extinguished.
Under the leadership of a heavily socialist-leaning Judiciary, we will go the way of all elite lead socialist states. We will cleanse what is not for “the better good” of the state. We will prune away all elements that sap the strength, the finances of the evermore failing socialist programs that the elite deem proper. We will rid ourselves of all that these “leaders” deem to be a detriment to their “perfecting” utopian society. All that will be a hinderance to their “enlightened” minds, ‘liberated’ from the unchangeable law of the Divine, will be deemed non-persons, mentally ill, and to be ushered off the stage of the ever-perfecting state. It has been cleansing for some time actually, with the scraping and scalding away of untold millions of non-person fetuses, potential useless mouths. It will now focus on the other non-persons, and then at last to those deemed the mentally ill, those who will not bow to “the better good” of the state embodied in their judgements and laws.
I will not sing to such a nation. I am sick, very sick in the heart.
Our remaining unrecorded songs will be finished. The bleakness of anything else written will be kept to ourselves, because it does not deserve to be heard by any of us, including us.
Good Night
Michael and Laura Gallucci