Today I drove from Seattle (a colony of Indians, Hispanics and communists) to eastern Idaho. 11.5 hrs of gorgeous American landscape. I was only able to do that because 175 years ago, Native American (White Anglo-Saxon) men risked their lives to venture into an untamed wilderness. They fought cold, starvation and savages who would try to kill them in their sleep, establishing wagon routes on foot and horseback in order to forge a nation out of that wilderness. Hindus didn’t do that. Venezuelans, Africans and Afghanis didn’t do that. Our great great great grandfathers did that. They built great cities, and the roads to connect them. Today I can cross in a day what took those men months, and not all of them would make it. And for what? We’ve surrendered it all to people who not only don’t appreciate the work of those men, they actually despise it. This place is nothing to them except a resource to extract and to leave as a burning husk in their wake. We’ve squandered our inheritance on globalism, comfort and a false morality. If those men could see us today, ashamed wouldn’t begin to cover it. We have to turn this around before it’s too late.