Priceless. Michelle Malkin mourning the loss of civil liberties.
In 1999.
I could not bear to watch as construction workers fired up their chainsaws and dismantled the Liberty Tree, limb by limb. The metaphor is too awful. Superficially, the personal and economic freedoms the tree represents appear secure. But small increments of cynicism, ingratitude, and indifference compound quickly. Few are willing to protest the domestic tyrannies that gnaw away daily at our once-inalienable rights to life, liberty, and happiness.
We live in a hollow shell of the world the Sons of Liberty envisioned. For those who can see the country’s internal timber rotting, the grief and the horror cut too deep to measure.
