In Opposition To the Mexican Reconquista by Michael Doyle
It sometimes feels like we're living in a different world. Illegal immigrants line up in Compton with flags unfurled, Feeling cocksure against the logic of prudent advice Like they can take on the police, the Guard, and ICE.
The Southwest will not be recaptured by simply moving in. Whatever the facts are about the United State's original sins. This is our land now and like any nation, we will gladly defend Our nation's right to these lands to the bitter end.
The claims made seek to evade the negotiations of 1848. Loss of land is the cost that bears a reasonable weight. While the burden may be a carried sense of nostalgic sorrow, Victors have always, and will always, create the tomorrows.
There might have been a time when we wanted immigration, But our resources are stressed and are first for our nation. We must keep now to those willing to undergo integration Becoming American in our ideals and cultural assimilation.
Let's take a steady look back on the economic reality And ensure any stand we take is predicated on norms of history. The United States has constantly aided against Mexican poverty. Instead, it is persistent socialism that drains the economy.
Like never before, we must assert that the US is not Mexico. Mexican Nationalists cannot pretend against facts they know. The US is the land of liberty and offers much opportunity. And this is justly caused by the ways of American society.
The better, wiser answer is to develop their own country. This has proven to be the practical solution in history. There is unsettled land and there are resources plenty, All of which can serve to lift the people from poverty.
(c) June 7, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The legislative department is everywhere extending the sphere of its activity and drawing all power into its impetuous vortex.” – James Madison (1788)
The American soldier was carried by perpetual motion In a metal hull as he prepared to land from the ocean. The air around him was filled with the stench of salted fear. All around him prayed, certain their deaths were near.
With no time to consider or breathe, friends were struck down. Some of them never left the water to find solid ground. It felt like a horror movie flashing before his mortal eyes. On this day, D-Day, Satan wore a very thin, ghastly disguise.
The wind whistles now over the deserted shore of Omaha Beach, No hint but silence of how the Allies made their needed breech. The footsteps of heroes have long since faded from the sand, Yet, the need remains to remember and still more to understand.
A steady infusion of blood had painted the waters along the shore. The dead and the dying had paid the cost of winning the war. Dire odds had been paid to claim this storied moment of victory, Too many men pushed into a hail of bullets in the name of bravery.
Fighting together and many now buried side by heroic side, These men knew the necessity of taking Omaha though they died. A 50-mile death trap serves to remember freedom and liberty, So many have died in the sacred name of needed victory.
The wind whistles now over the deserted shore of Omaha Beach, No hint but silence of how the Allies made their needed breech. The footsteps of heroes have long since faded from the sand, Yet, the need remains to remember and still more to understand.
(c) June 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.” – John F. Kennedy
I'd be the one mistaken If I didn't notice when I was shaken, And that God provides my foundation When I build my life in my station.
As a believer in my confession, There is no struggle without conditions. There is no way I'll fail When I know that God always prevails.
Faithful in time and grace, Through God's love, I know my place. Reminded daily of all that I've been given, I know that I'm blessed and forgiven.
Though the rains may torrentially fall, All that I have to do is call His holy name and it gets me through Whatever this world might happen to do.
There's so much to hold in contemplation, As I think about my blessed redemption. Calling on the Lord's holy name, He has given me blessings that cover my shame.
(c) June 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Meeting God in His dwelling place, He fills us with love in this holy space. Holding us near as we call on His holiness, In immersion, we'll never be the same.
Here in my holy contemplation, I receive my sacred redemption. Alive again and living without sin, I begin my life birthed again.
Worthy of what I have received From the moment that I believed. All things work toward His good. I know this in my soul - it's understood.
There in my immersion Symbolic of my conversion, I become a new man Ready to serve God in any way that I can.
Drawing water from the sacred well, I trust in His truth revealed. Feeling our best together, We serve to make this world better.
(c) June 4, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
