Four Scores And A Five

“I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him.”

Abraham Lincoln said that.

I remember when President’s Day was two whole days off of school. We celebrated Lincoln and George individually.

Back in the 70s when I was young girl growing up in a California beach town where you could smell the ocean every night from wherever you were, we learned about the Founding Fathers, the missionaries, and about liberty in our schools. We said the Pledge of Allegiance every morning when the bell rang. We would look at each other and up to our flag, our hands on our hearts, promising our loyalty to this great nation.


Every day, I remember singing songs about My Country, ‘Tis of Thee. Our sweet land of liberty it will always be.  I am probably one of the last generations that can still recite all 50 states in alphabetical order by heart for the last 40 years due to this song daily:

All of the children in my class were the product of some nation or other. All of our ancestors had legally landed in America, land of the free, to abide by our morals and laws, and support the system of freedom the entire world envied.

Not legal? I’m sorry. You don’t belong here. Go back home and try again. This is not a daycare center for illegal aliens who don’t have to abide by our laws.  I have devoted my entire life to the pursuit of justice and to the perseveration of life, liberty and American freedom. Being American is a privilege, and a privilege by definition is as follows:

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Note that a privilege is not a right.

And it is “exercised to the exclusion or detriment of others.”

That’s the definition of what it means to be a privileged, American citizen.

I traveled a lot as a child with my family and little did I realize back then that God was preparing me for what was to come in my future.  As a child, my Levi’s jean jacket and t-shirts screamed American on every road in other countries upon which we travelled. People looked up to us, Americans.  They loved our ideas of freedom, capitalism and free thought and individual liberty. Children from all nations always asked me questions like “What’s it like have all those cars on the freeway?” and “What’s the latest Bugs Bunny cartoon? We only get the reruns over here.” And being from a beach town, of course “Do you surf?” was always what followed to which I would always have to sadly answer, “no, but I boogie board.”

I saw the disparity between other cultures and America from a very young age. There were times when I was on airplanes for endless days with my school books and permission slips in hand, blue passport in the other. Even though I missed months of school sometimes at my parent’s request, my grades never suffered and I learned a lot about Mother Earth and her inhabitants; a far greater reward in my later years. Compassion was something I couldn’t avoid at an early age, seeing how difficult life was even in a country like Australia or Italy, compared to America. How can that be? Things like plumbing, food supply, television, and foreign-looking military uniforms are very noticeable to a child. Not having heat all the time in some countries or all three channels of tv programming that ended promptly at midnight made being American akin to being a real life superhero.

Child's hand holding US passport. Map background. Ready for traveling. Open world.


By the time we were done with each trip, I was aching to get home, to land on American soil, hear American accents, and see American presidents (pre-George Bush and what has followed until now), talk on television and tell me how amazing it was, and still is, to be American.

I remember on one trip home, after I was really sick with pneumonia in a 3rd world country, I was overjoyed when a few American soldiers boarded our airplane. I was about 6 years old and felt so proud when one of these six foot something real men with a genuine smile sat down next to me and asked me if I was going home. When the stewardess told these hungry men that they only got one serving, I quietly asked my mom if they could have my servings. After all, they were my soldiers, who came from my country. These men were the real heroes of America and nothing made me more proud at that early age than to go home feeling safe, sound and secure.

Without our military we are nothing. Think you’re gonna soy boy your way into freedom? Think again.

Read the Art of War. Sun Tzu was no dummy.


Our Founding Fathers knew this. They had given the British regime the big finger and sailed across oceans, weathered storms we will never truly understand or know to guarantee our freedoms for generations to come.

Men like George Washington, who loved God, life and liberty had the intellect, understanding and an open enough mind to create documents with help of other greats like Thomas Jefferson, that would ensure our solidarity as American citizens for years to come. The Declaration of Independence, our Constitution and our evolving laws are foundations of the birth of a nation that the entire world covets. People are constantly trying to come to America, not leave America. That’s why we need a wall and border security. A nation without borders is a sitting duck for invaders that do not have any place here on our sweet Home On The Range.


After our Founding Fathers, along came Abraham who despised slavery.

One man leading one nation under God. He knew what he was up against. Today and every day, I honor him and all of them. If it wasn’t for them, and for all those who came before me who gave their blood, their sons, daughters, wives, husbands, to the wars that have been fought and won, so that I could be born here, study our laws here, become an attorney here, I would have never had a chance.

Neither would the rest of us.

Happy Birthday to all the Presidents who were and are children of the Most High God. Our Heavenly Father, he has plans for us.


I celebrate you all, not just today but every day I am blessed to call myself an American.

I guess my patriotism started early with the constant travel and absences from US soil.

My blood lives, breathes, and soars with my patriot brothers and sisters on this land, this country, under One God, we stand united, not divided hand in hand. Arms to arms, I am here for the long run. The fight between good and evil, as I am reminded daily in my work and by my respected mentors, will never end.

But neither will my oath to protect, serve and defend the Red, the White and the Blue.

Four score and a five is what America needed. God bless President Trump. Those who speak the truth are first hated, then persecuted and then honored. Wait for it America. Minds are going to be blown, celebrations will be in order sooner than later. There are things you do not yet know. Don’t let your ego, the media or anyone play a part of your consciousness. You are bigger than that. You are a child of God. Be a part of the #GreatAwakening, not the #GreatMistakening.

Happy Birthday George and Abraham! 🙏🏼🇺🇸⚖️

Patriotic cake

Copyright 2019 Dilara Esengil, All Rights Reserved

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