Aaron Lewis’ song “Am I the Only One” hit a national nerve. It was only the ninth song to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart. The song also holds Lewis’ highest solo position on the Billboard Hot 100, debuting at number fourteen.
It’s a controversial tune. Music industry critic Bob Lefsetz demanded that Big Machine Label Group drop Lewis based on the content of the song. It’s not PC, you see, and some people don’t like that.
Personally, I love it. Like many, I imagine, it justified my shock brought on by the progressive left’s audacity, stupidity, and unaccountability. The first stanza of the song goes like this:
Am I the only one here tonight
Shakin’ my head and thinkin’ somethin’ ain’t right?
Is it just me? Am I losin’ my mind?
Am I standin’ on the edge of the end of time?
That pretty much sums it up. It does feel like the proverbial End-of-Days some nights. Something’s not right. The good news: it’s not just me wondering if I’ve lost it. The popularity of the song is consoling.
Nevertheless, sometimes I feel like I’ve been transplanted into an alien world. Burning flags, tearing down statues, re-writing the history books seem normal here. My grandparents would be horrified at how things have turned out. They’d wonder how in the hell we let it get this far. Are we to blame?
Yes and no. The answer is complex and more than I can go into here. Suffice it to say that the leadership in our institutions decided a long time ago to play “Make Belief.” It’s a centuries-long trend that can be traced back to the Enlightenment and further, a turning away from the transcendent. This turning away is a sickness of the soul. A rigid faith in scientific materialism is part of the problem. The major culprit, though, is hubris, the Achilles’ Heel of our species.
According to Tucker Carlson, almost 100,000 people died of drug overdoses last year. That’s not normal, no matter what anybody says. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Most addicts don’t overdose, just like most alcoholics don’t die in car accidents. Our nation is sick unto death. We are sick with despair.
Our leaders have decided that they are in charge of reality. Stripped of our God-given individuality and labeled as “human infrastructure,” they see us as statistics. That’s the only way their brand of equity works. It’s a false diversity, conformity spurred by identity politics where the individual is stripped of uniqueness and dissected into intersectional victimhood. Where there are only two camps, “Oppressor” and “Oppressed,” diversity is sacrificed on the altar of political power. It’s the road to nowhere.
Remember the Borg’s mantra in Star Trek: The Next Generation? “We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.” Welcome to Woketopia. Somethin’ ain’t right to be sure.
But don’t fall too far into the pit of despair. Our leaders may believe they create reality, but they’re just playing Make-Belief. Humans don’t create reality. We inhabit reality. Belief is one thing. Faith is another. The faith of our forefathers, handed down through the centuries, is the revealed faith that is at the core of our Constitution. Divine revelation trumps hubris every time. No exceptions.
Those who would destroy America despise God because they would be gods. It’s pretty frightening because these delusional Wannabes have infiltrated and taken over our institutions. They’re like a clothes moth hatch eating away at the fabric of our nation. Getting rid of the adult moths won’t do much good; they don’t eat. You have to eliminate the eggs. Time to open the castle doors and let the light in. Time to get out the mothballs.
So, the next time you’re feeling a bit nuts and very alone, sing this lyric out loud:
Am I the only one sittin’ here
Still holdin’ on, holdin’ back my tears
For the ones who paid with the lives they gave?
God bless the U.S.A.
You’re not nuts. And you’re not alone. Together we stand.