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Into my eye line he walks, like Gary Cooper … or Sidney Poitier … onto the dusty main street of High Noon!

And in America it is, indeed, approaching High Noon.

Colonel Allen West.

My awareness of him is a little over 48 hours old … but, when a situation such as ours in America has been growing to homicidally insane levels for over thirty-six years – ever since the Supreme Court’s Roe v Wade decision – the cry for a great leader has been rising out of our guts day and night.

Viewing Col. West’s sermon at the Ebenezer Baptist Church, then his lecture on tactics, operations and strategy in Afghanistan and, finally, his relaxed and witty appearance on Fox’s Red Eye?

What ‘s not to shout “hallelujah” about?!

A few of the most important video clips were linked in Dave Reaboi’s introductory column about Col West in BIG PEACE.

Having joined the Breitbart family as a contributor to BIG HOLLYWOOD, I couldn’t help but see the High Noon scenario all over Col. West’s relatively sudden appearance in our lives.

It’s High Noon, Shane or Clint Eastwood’s version of Shane, Pale Rider … however, there’s vastly greater oceans of light poring out of Col. West’s military bearing than ever resided in Clint Eastwood’s darkly menacing version of Shane.

Not only that, the Colonel’s version of a Preacher is far more convincing than the not-so-veiled, political subtext of a Salome in Pale Rider, dancing for the heads of all coal miners.

Little did I know when filming Pale Rider that it was a mere prelude to President Obama’s Cap and Trade round-up of those coal mining varmints.

Now it’s the oil-mining varmints of the Gulf Coast that face the Cap and Trade Drilling Moratorium!

Meanwhile George Soros and his Brazilian connections, with President Obama’s invaluable help, stand to make the American Mammon a mountain of more money over the Obama Nation’s sanctions against American oil.

The President’s energy policy and his mentoring friend, George Soros, sound more like Dick Dysart’s evil Sheriff and posse in Pale Rider than that Fanfare to a Gold-Mining Common Man we see in Clint Eastwood’s homage to a great American classic, Alan Ladd’s Shane.

With all this in mind, into the not-so-dusty-halls of the Youtube Universe, appears Col. Allen West!

Hmmm …

Col. West, like Gary Cooper in High Noon, appears ready to replace the sheriff!

Now … and here’s the rub … are we ready to do what the townspeople in High Noon were not ready to do?!

Back the sheriff up?

And why were the townspeople of High Noon not ready to do that?

They were not ready to do that because a Communist sympathizing screenwriter named Carl Foreman was not about to let them back the Sheriff up!

Why?

To Foreman, the writer and co-producer of High Noon, the townspeople of that story were American, bourgeoisie, regressive and possibly tea-partying cowards.

“Yup”.

That was my last line in Pale Rider, just after I saved the Preacher’s life by blowing Bad Guy, Dick Dysart right through his own front window … just as he’s about to shoot Clint Eastwood right off his horse.

“Yup.”

Where were all the other miners to back us up?

“Michael, don’t ask stupid questions. Just be grateful that you played one of the few characters that got to save the life of a Clint Eastwood character.”

Well, there’s a new Preacher in town and he’s not an actor.

His name is Col. Allen West.

He is not only going to replace an Old Preacher named Rev. Wright, but also a former disciple of Rev. Wright, a certain President Barack Hussein Obama.

The people of a village called Tea Party are not about to let Col. West down in any way.

A military man of the Lord?!

“Yup!!”