It's been awhile. What with the November election results, broken computers, changes in internet service, various physical maladies, and - most importantly - an incredibly overwhelming and pervasive sensation of doom and gloom at the direction our once great country is now headed in, I could not find the will to make any blog entries.
I had the good fortune to grow up in a distant land long ago. It was a place where people of all religions and races intermingled and coped with life, respecting one another and -for the most part- minding their own business. You didn't have to like everybody, but you were expected to respect one and all.
It was a place where the ten commandments were taught in all schools- public as well as private- where social ills were at an all time low relative to the population. Little dope addition, few unwed mothers and single parent homes, only two sexually transmitted diseases, mostly confined to prostitutes and drunken sailors... a place where child molesters were few and far between and where when discovered were dealt with quickly...where gays were faggots and universally recognized as unnaturally deviant...a place where government forms and product instructions came in only one language and all immigrants couldn't wait to learn that language...a place where unborn infants need never fear for their lives.
It was a place where children were taught to respect authority, property and adults and where all were taught to respect and honor the elderly.
It was a place where children played outside, without adult supervision, until it was time for dinner - all the while learning lessons in life about competition, the unfairness of life, teamwork, the value of effort and never saying die...about what friendship was all about...and how to deal with bullies without adults getting into the act.
It was a place where students read and studied the Constitution of the United States of America and where there was no debate about the Constitution's primacy in the law of the land.
I could go on, but not right now.
Back then, one of the popular TV shows was a western called Maverick. James Garner played the gambler Bret Maverick. From time to time he'd recall some pithy advice from his father by starting, "My pappy always said...", as in "My pappy always said, 'son, stay clear of weddings cause one of them might be yours.'"
Less amusing is something my own pappy used to say: we (the US of A) would never fall to a foreign foe. We'd fall from within, when the corrupt and haters of liberty took over because the rest of us got lazy.
I fear he was correct.
I hope I find the virtue of hope in large supply. I will need it to continue.
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