The Temptation of America in the Desert ~ By Liberty Builders USA

No law-abiding citizen
should ever be taxed...
regulated...
or delayed in exercising the God-given right to defend life, liberty, and property.

This isn’t just a debate over policy.
This is a battle over principle—
a fight to decide whether freedom is a God-given birthright...
or merely a permission slip handed down by
gods with a little “g”—
the kind who believe they know better than the Founding Fathers,
the Greatest Generation,
and every American who knows, respects,
and defends the rights given by God…
rights men bled and died to preserve.

At its core, this relentless assault on the Second Amendment—
it’s not political.
It’s spiritual.

And boy, is it spiritual.

This is the ancient war...
between light and darkness,
good and evil.
Between those who trust in personal responsibility and divine protection...
and those who demand your submission
to man-made control
in the name of “safety and concern.”

They come wrapped in compassion.
They speak with trembling voices… soft tones…
and sometimes even eyes full of tears.

But make no mistake—
the so-called “good intentions” behind gun control?
They are born of fear…
fed by deception…
and driven by a deep… festering… hostility toward individual strength.

You see…
evil doesn’t always arrive snarling, screaming, and ugly.
Sometimes…
it wears a fancy suit and tie...
or a beautiful red dress.

Why?

Because an armed citizen…
is dangerous.

Not to society.
Not to a just government.
But to the tyrants within them.

To liars.
To those who wish to rewrite the source of your freedom.

A man with a rifle… is a man who remembers:
that rights come from God, not government.
That strength belongs to those who cherish peace.
And that the strong… protect the weak…
not through control—
but through courage.

And when the righteous are disarmed…
evil gains ground.
Look to history.

So I say…
we must resist.
Not just with arguments.
Not just with statistics.
But with moral clarity.
With spiritual certainty.

We’re not just fighting for gun rights.
We are fighting… for the soul of freedom itself.

Now then…

America found herself in the wilderness.
And it wasn’t by accident.

No—
She was led there by Providence.

The land was dry.
The sun, cruel.
The silence… almost holy.

And then…
a figure approached.

You know the one.
The Devil.

He didn’t arrive with fire or fury.
He came with a whisper.
With... compassion.

“Lay down your arms,” he said gently.
For the sake of the children.
Let the government protect you.
Let the police protect you.
That’s common sense, isn’t it?”

But America…
She stood tall.
Her soul rooted in 1776…
in Concord…
in Valley Forge.
She remembered.

“The right to bear arms is not yours to manage,” she said.
“It was given by our Creator… not by you.
Not by kings.
Not by bureaucrats.
Not by the world.”

Well now…
The Devil didn’t like that.
He was annoyed.

So he pressed in closer.
He showed America the cities in chaos.
The children crying.
The headlines screaming for more gun control.

“Think of the danger,” he whispered.
“Think of the people… the children who’ve been shot.
Disarm… and I will give America much-needed peace.”

But America did not flinch.

“You do not offer peace,” she said.
“You offer slavery—
disguised as compassion.”

So he tried one more time.

He lifted her up—
showed her the global applause.
The world’s leaders…
the media’s praise…
the cheers of those who never fought for anything.

“Look,” he said.
“They will love you now.
Lay down your arms…
and be accepted.”

And then—
lightning cracked across the sky.

And America…
weary, yes…
but unbroken…
stared him down and said:

“Get behind me, deceiver.
For it is written:
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord…
and cursed is the one who trades freedom for applause.
Because beneath that applause…
is slavery.
Control.
And death.”

And the Devil fled.

And America stood—
dust on her boots…
musket slung across her shoulder…
a fire in her chest no tyrant
could ever extinguish.

This is the America that must remain.
The one who says NO in the wilderness.
The one who knows the voice of tyranny—
even when it speaks…
so very sweetly.

This is Liberty Builders USA.