Review of America's Thirty Years War by Dr. Balint Vazsonyi
(historian, famed concert pianist, and head of the Center for American
Founding)
by Cookie Kelly for Rightgrrl!
author of The Second Coming
ckelly@hiwaay.com
Dr. Balint Vazsonyi, coughing and sputtering from a bad
cold, answered the phone. Thrilled to speak with
the maestro himself, I praised his book with great
enthusiasm. Without a trace of self-importance,
this busy, gifted man thanked me for my interest and
promised to send more information about his work.
I spoke eagerly about joining, but he seemed hesitant.
"Wait until you study the material, then decide. Write
me later." Then, his voice smiling in spite of physical
discomfort, he bid me a cheery "good day!"
Deeply impressed with his sincerity, I puzzled
over his words of caution. Later, after reading about
the Center, I understood. Balint Vazsonyi has, as did his
adopted forefathers, pledged his "life, fortune, and sacred
honor" to do battle with America's enemies. Only those of
like mind need apply. Vazsonyi strikes hard against
all forms of socialism, knowing they are but
precursors to communism. His heart beats in tandem with
the hopes and dreams of Washington, Jefferson, and Madison.
Because of these men, he writes, citizens today
should be guaranteed life and liberty. Instead, he sees
dark shadows threatening America's future.
In piercing, succinct chapters, Vazsonyi details the
danger. Every facet of Judeo-Christian culture is under
attack. He knows well the telltale signs.
When I first heard Dr Vazsonyi speak of his harrowing
escape from Soviet-ruled Hungary, my eyes filled with tears
at a painful memory. The year was 1956, the place
Wurzburg, Germany, not far from where Soviet tanks
were crushing the life out of young freedom fighters.
Caught in a failed revolution, they were helpless to stop
the slaughter. Dad, Mom, and I, safe in our military
quarters, sat grimly listening as Hungarian rebels pleaded
desperately over the radio for help from the West.
In the end, help did not come. We heard the final pleas,
the short bursts of gunfire from Russian soldiers, then
silence. The Iron Curtain slammed down once more, hard and
cold, upon the suffering people of Hungary. It was not to
lift again until 1991.
But during that rebellion,
many valiant souls braved the treacherous mine fields
of the border to cross over into freedom and a new life.
Among them was a brilliant young pianist, Balint Vazsonyi.
How ironic, he says, to arrive in America and discover
the choking tentacles of socialism wrapping like poisonous
vines around the constitution. For all who cherish liberty,
Vazsonyi's book is a "must-read."