Summer of 42

If your home is dear to you where your Russian mother nursed you;
If your mother is dear to you, and you cannot bear the thought of the German slapping her wrinkled face;
If you do not want the German to tear down and trample on your father’s picture, with the Crosses he earned in the last war;
I you do not want your old teacher to be hanged outside the old school-house;
If you do not want her, whom for so long you did not dare even kiss, to be stretched out naked on the floor, so that amid hatred, cries and tears, three German curs should take what belongs to your manly love;
If you don’t want to give away all that which you call your Country,
Then kill a German, kill a German every time you see one...

This Russian poem was published in Pravda in the summer of 1942, the day after another Russian city, Voroshilovgrad, fell to the Nazi dogs of the German war machine. Eventually, of course, Russia retaliated with stubbornness and a vengeance to save the homeland in World War II. To what avail? In this time of crisis, it avails us Americans to save our beloved country. Try listening to Obama’s rottweiller, Timothy Geithner, rail against U.S. Financial Regulators with expletives that would make a Nazi Jew-hater or Bolshevist- hater proud. Then ask yourself, how do we save our beloved country in this time of war upon our Constitutional freedoms?