Love, Romance, and Liberty
I wrote Publius: Libertas Aut Mors because it had sat in my guts for so long it had burned a hole in my grit and left my heart in a hellhole.
I avoided writing the story for many years because I knew it would be a torment not easily endured.
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is a love story on many levels. Full of plots and subplots, and unforgettable characters, the entire story is full of the turmoil only love can bring to the surface.
Love of Liberty, love of the inamorata and inamorato, love of kin and clan—the expressive vortex that explodes across the pages of Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is a reflection of the inner turbulence that is raging across our country today.
Liberty is a tumult, an uproar within the braveries of the Citizen who loves its idea that cannot be seen or felt in part or in model, but as a complete whole.
Love is like that.
You can’t love someone in fragment or piece, you must love the whole person.
As a lover of liberty, I accept it for what it is. I don’t try to change it, for if I do, the result will habitually render a less, cheaper version of liberty.
You can’t change people. They are who they are, and their identity is rooted in their chromosomal meaning.
Likewise, you can’t change liberty if it is to remain in a perfect state. By altering its point of reference, liberty will suffer the consequence of duplicity and betrayal.
Liberty is liberty.
100 vs 99—An Ideological War
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is not a novel to read.
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is a way of life.
Every single day you live in the Republic of the United States of America, you are living its pages.
From its origin upon the ancient hills of Rome, to the rocky seashore at Plymouth, from the orations and treaties of Marcus Tulles Cicero, to the affirmations of William Bradford and the Mayflower Compact, liberty has always endured whole and true, standing in the highest temple, a matron of independence, a disciple of the Creator’s endowments and unalienable rights to all people.
Pick a side—liberty demands it.
Live free or die.
Pursue happiness completely, or live in chains, under the bondage of a state illusion that declares liberty but restricts and controls its full expression.
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is a declaration of an ideological war. An affirmation of independence that refuses to allow even the hint of limitation on the people’s autonomy.
Deadlier than bombs or bullets, the war of words of Publius: Libertas Aut Mors call for a stirring of the original spirit of patriotism that led to the battles of Lexington and Concord.
If love is a battlefield of emotion and passion, then Publius: Libertas Aut Mors describes an Armageddon between the true liberty of 1776 versus the phony liberty buried under an avalanche of debt, and threatened by collectivism tendencies, and the myriad of anti-gun armies that foolishly believe they can legislate and decree peace on earth to criminals and savages, while penalizing the law-abiding armed Citizen.
Yet, the iniquities of Marxism are not the worst evil threatening liberty in our country.
The worst evil against our American Liberty is the moronic, fatuous conviction of many who believe that a mob of 100 demented voters are wiser than 99.
If socialism is evil, then democracy reaches into the lowest pits of human consciousness and removes all governmental oversight into the human condition and releases the depravity of the horde to solve our problems and plot our course toward tomorrow.
Only a mob mentality could come to the delusional conclusion that a country can survive without borders. Only a horde could believe that a government is more essential than the people it is created to serve.
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors thunders against a big government that decides it is better to remove citizens, rather than resolve their issues.
The ancient Greeks learned the malicious, frightening brutality democracy inflicts upon mortality. They quickly removed it from the incubator that nurtured Western Civilization into existence.
We must heed the warnings of the past and defend ourselves and our posterity from the sick and twisted malcontents who wish to place us at the mercy of the mob.
Publius: Libertas Aut Mors is a book of love and romance. But if you’re looking for a novel of pulp and sugar, then look elsewhere because it is not a soft read. Rather, it is the kind of gut-wrenching, affair of the heart, story that pierces all semblance of armor and strength we possess and renders us defenseless under the onslaught of emotional carnage.
A bleeding heart will never heal completely, harboring the scars and pain of the unbearable suffering long after its deadly encounter. Splashed across its pages, written with the blood of its characters, Publius: Libertas Aut Mors stabs at the reader’s heart relentlessly, far beyond the final word of its epic story.