Sunday, August 30, 2015

The (bleep) Speech

Saving our culture
The (bleep) Speech
Sermon on the Turf
By Stephen L. Wilmeth


            Ladies be seated under the shade provided… Gentlemen you may leave your hats on under this tortuous sun. You will be forgiven any breach of western etiquette for this important occasion.
            The Speech
            Ladies and Gentlemen, all this stuff you hear about American ranchers not wanting fight for their heritage and way of life is (bleep). All real Westerners love the clash of engagement as they love the land on which they stake their existence. When you were kids, you all admired the winning roper, the fastest horse, the most innovative turf manager, and the senior matron that balanced the world outside with the family’s needs inside. Ranchers love the truth and will not tolerate a façade of chicanery. Ranchers have always played to win. That is why the industry has not fallen into the archives of past history. The very thought of losing this land is unacceptable. This battle for our existence is the most significant competition you will ever face. It brings out all that is good and discards all that is tentative and fleeting.
            You are not all going to survive this fight. Too many of you right here today will not survive to pass this unique heritage to your heirs. Every man should be terrified of that fate. If you are not saddened, you are a (bleep) charlatan. The hero among you is the individual who will strive to secure real sustainability that has no bearing on the political (bleep) that is being coerced upon the American public as if it was fact. The real rancher among you shall never let your fear of failure overpower your honor, your sense of duty to your surroundings, and your God given stewardship.
            All through this nation, there exists growing hordes of (bleep) non-producers riding the back of the system. Those citizens are being reassured and patronized on the basis of political gain for the ruling elite that have created a corrupted regulatory structure that is in the process of bursting at the seams. It threatens every one of us. It is also the primary enemy of our way of life.
            We are a culture of brothers. We must live, eat, sleep, and stand united. All the real hero stuff is not patterned from superhero characters on some screen. Every single one of us plays a vital role. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. It is perhaps the most basic and fundamental positive influence of man on this earth. The bilious (bleep) who write green fiction to the contrary don’t know any more about the real relationship with the creation than they do about (bleep).
            If we didn’t have governance predicated on growing tyranny, we are standing at the edge of the real green frontier. We have the fantastic technology growing from private industry that is not connected to the false funding that makes (bleep) out of institutions of higher learning. We have youth that can bridge the electronic world with that of cow dust and saddle leather. We have equipment that offers speed, efficiency, and resource application that could not be fathomed even a decade ago. We stand on the verge of a turf revolution like the world has never seen if we were turned loose to pursue the matter of life, liberty and enjoyment of property the Founders envisioned.
            Some of you are wondering if you can perform in the public arena of our future. Don’t worry about that. Every one of you has witnessed neighbors and colleagues stand and face the wrath. There was initial hesitation and resistance, but the quivering voices have become steady and more forceful. The opinions and “feelings” have become statements of fact and law, and the fear of failure has become disdain and hatred for the false accusations and seedy agenda intentions hurled in your direction.
            Matters from the heart and the defense of life’s work are never false pretenses.
            Survival, though, is a bloody business. The fabricated environmental movement is the enemy. Each of you must realize you are the real environmental movement. No position from this point forward will simply be “held”. We must advance constantly and there must be no mention of holding anything unless it is the enemy’s (bleep). In fact, we must hold him by the (bleep) while we kick him in the (bleep), twist his (bleep) and kicking the living (bleep) out of him all the time. Our plan must be to advance and to keep advancing until our culture is on safer ground from these (bleep) and our heritage is preserved.
            There will be complaints that you are radical and are pushing too hard. Don’t give a (bleep) about that accusation. Your very lives are the focus of this effort. Pushing hard means fewer casualties among your ranks. It means more future for your children and your ranges. It also means more intense efforts can result and be directed toward the real issue, the health of our lands, the future of our industry, and the truth of the real environmental movement. Ranchers don’t surrender.
Every one of you has a particular niche, a gift to offer. We need men like (you add the name) who rose in the public forum at NMSU defending his operation from the introduction of the false endangered species, the Mexican gray wolf. We want (you add the name) to come forward again and defend her children from the ravages of corruption of public education that teaches falsehoods and harmful societal conformity. We want true Westerners that will give their lives to their Creator and to the way of life he granted us!
            Don’t forget, we don’t have a designated leader. We are an army of individuals each commanding his or her piece of the greater natural, western homeland. We are cornerstone citizens who work hard to defend our investments and our way of life. We ask for no quarter except the freedom to accomplish our tasks.
            Verbal history is important to our community. What will your descendent 100 years from now ask when he or she is sitting on a parent’s knee? The answer will be predicated on their earthly surroundings. If there is urban squalor filled with filth and human debris, the answer will be secular, morbid, and hopeless. If there is peace, a full larder, and a truly healthy landscape, the answer will be more personal.
            “Son, your great-great-great-granddaddy with the rest of that industrious band of sons of the American West kicked some serious (bleep),” the parent will say. “Those (bleep) truly saved the spirit and the intent of the Constitution and your way of life.”
            All right, you people, you know what your duty is. Gentlemen, take your ladies and proceed to the corners of your precious lands and redouble your efforts. Your efforts and your rewards will be worthwhile. More importantly, they will save this great nation.
That is all … you are dismissed.

            Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “If there is a hint of resemblance to another battle speech in history, it was fully intended … I am as guilty as (hell)!”

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