Despite the naysayers’ denials, we are at war. Some cite President George H.W. Bush as the impetus when he signed UN Agenda 21 in 1992, calling it a One World Government, a la George Soros’s One World Order.  And with all the offenses we have seen since then, occurring more frequently now than before 9/11, we continue to misjudge our formidable foe and wait for recognizable uniforms, grander weaponry, and futuristic vehicles. Rather, one facet of the war comes by small boats and on foot.

They are a ragtag army, shabby, unruly, ungovernable with no discernible leader, although they operate in unison, and occasionally accompanied by a woman and child to confuse and tug at heartstrings. Their methods are effective because our populace has been shamed into obediently accepting the concept of multiculturalism from tyrannical regimes over our own, believing that disparate, incongruent, and even conflicting ideas can suddenly and mysteriously blossom into harmony once they’re embraced on Western soil.

We underestimate these people of the sand, whose accomplishments cannot be measured by our standards, cannot earn our respect or Nobel prizes, yet they nevertheless manage to achieve their undertakings, reach their objectives, and day by day, spread their influence throughout the world, poisoning and destroying all they touch. How is it that, despite their backwardness, they can infiltrate other cultures and challenge the limits of democracies, republics, and kingdoms?