Warrantless, house-to-house searches in Watertown, Mass., a stone’s throw away from Lexington Green, on April 19, 2013, occurred 238 years after the Battles of Lexington and Concord, April 19, 1775, when the British arrived, perhaps to try the very same tactic. On that day, the people of Boston fired the shot heard ’round the world. Now, they throw open their doors to the redcoats with nary a whimper.

Americans don’t deserve freedom anymore because they don’t know their heritage and they don’t even care. They cared more about April 20 than April 19. They’d rather smoke a big fat joint, eat Cheetos, while sitting on their butts watching some childish adult cartoon, than think about what it really means to be American. How many of you even knew about the Battle of Lexington and Concord?

I am not naive, however. The first homeowner who dared to ask, “Do you have a warrant?” would probably have been yanked out of his home and surrounded by a dozen heavily armed thugs in body armor sporting select fire rifles capable of ripping the human body to shreds, most likely loaded with some of those millions of rounds of hollow point ammunition Homeland Security creep Janet Napolitano ordered, the kind our soldiers are forbidden to use on the battlefield due to Geneva Convention rules.

He would have been handcuffed, stuffed into the back of a police car, taken to a police station, photographed, fingerprinted, interrogated, intimidated, strip searched and incarcerated until Monday when some bloated lawyer in a black robe would have soberly admonished him to be cooperative next time the empire declares Martial Law, then allowed to go on his way.

This is how liberty dies. Through capitulation, exceptions and special cases. And when the police all packed up and left, the people of Watertown applauded them, shouting, “U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A.,” completely oblivious to what they had just lost.

Tim Miley

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