If the people understood what was being done to them, there would be a revolution by the dawn. Then again, perhaps the people don’t want to know; for knowledge begets responsibility.

At first glance, the Sons of Liberty presents very much like a militia. We sport guns and Punisher skulls, we love liberty, and we obsess over training. But beneath the surface, our organization is far more than that.

Our cause, our just purpose, the meaning behind our existence, our faith in freedom, is what defines us. The space between the slave and tyrant – that is where we exist – in liberty. For we do not submit to the rule nor become the rule itself. In a constant and unwavering resistance, we keep the flame of liberty ablaze and pursue a noble endeavor to keep tyrants at bay. Our freedom is found in the journey; it has no destination. We are free, so long as we resist.

The written-word, public debate, and political maneuvering are not worthless enterprises, but they are not enough to resist the tides of imbalance centered around the gravitational-pull of power. There comes a time when a man must put down the pen and pick up the sword.