The United States Militias are with you.
Do
not despair, do not relent. We welcome the removal of masks and the
hardness of truth. You are not alone. We were here when it all
started. We have paid in blood and tears for thirty years, as many of
you now realize you will have to pay. Do not let fear drive you. Do not
give up five minutes before the miracle occurs. You are not beaten until
you are in the cold hard ground. Do not hide. Do not give up one inch.
Go boldly into the fray with faith in your heart and a song on your
lips. You, the Patriots of this age are our Sinn Fein, we need you to
stand. And in standing, become the stone that can not be moved. Find
the Militia in your State, you will find a brotherhood that the Marxists
and the Corrupt can not match. You will be welcomed, you will be
educated, you will be trained to be an effective freedom fighter.
“We are what our forefathers envisioned, strong-willed,and
self-reliant. We are the legacy they fought to build. We are not
anti-government, We are anti-corruption. We are not anti-mmigrant,
We are pro-citizenship. We are not separatists, We are
Constitutionalists. We know our history and revere it, We love our
country and fear for it. We are your mechanics, and your
insurance agents. Your police and your firefighters. We are your
neighbors. We are Citizens and We are the Militia.”
“HARD RAIN”
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
STAND AND RESIST
Approved by the Commanders of the following Militia Units:
Ohio Valley Minutemen- Citizen’s Volunteer Militia- (OH&WV)
Tomball Militia – (Tomball TX)
South East Michigan Volunteer Militia- (MI)
Western Kansas Militia, A Co.- (KS)
Texas Lightfighters 3/5- (TX)
Northwest Washington Recon- (WA)
Georgia Militia- (GA)
South East Constitutional Militias- Charter Oaks Group- (FL)
Southern Ohio Volunteers- (OH)
Indiana Sentinels- (IN)
Illinois Sons of Liberty- (IL)
42nd Field Force, 63rd Bn Eastern Washington Light Foot Militia- (WA)
Northern California State Militia- (CA)
Miami Valley Militia- (OH)
Illinois Militia- (IL)
3rd Kentucky Volunteer Infantry-A Co.- (KY)
17th CERT/17TH SOG- (KY)
Tennessee Defense Force- (TN)
Colorado 1st Patriots Defense Force- (CO)
Allegheny Rangers Militia- (PA)
Copies sent to an additional 46 Militia Units Nationwide.
