We are no longer on a “slippery slope.” We are on the downhill run to a socialist republic. From the U.S.A., a democratic republic to the USSA, in one day of voting and after a 200-plus year experiment in freedom and liberty.
We can thank ourselves, in part, for this. We did not educate the children. They don’t understand the difference between the beauty of democracy and the ugliness of socialism — and it’s our own fault. Children are no longer required to learn history and civics; they learn rap, acting and how to fulfill their needs through the exhibition of anger and hurt feelings.
We give them “time-outs” in their rooms, furnished with computers, TV and cell phones instead of a real punishment like washing the floor or cleaning the bathroom.
These children are now voting. And they are voting not for the strongest, wisest person for the job of growing our democratic republic, but for the cutest American idol — credentials or not — and who will dole out the most favors.
Those who do not know their history are doomed to repeat it. And we no longer know history nor its importance in the present. The majority has spoken in the country where we still miraculously have that privilege. But that majority does not understand nor wish to shoulder words such as difficult, work, delayed gratification, perservere, discipline, hard times and rainy days.
Rights, responsibilities and privileges have been blurred into a homogenized mass and the lightest, easiest globs have floated to the top. Sacrifice and hard work are not necessary and instant gratification of even the faintest urge is paramount. We’ve grown too big around the belt and demand our favors.
Not that this is a worry, since a kinder, gentler big brother will coddle, lavish and caress the cradle to the grave.
Well, not all the way to the grave, really. At some point age will become the critical factor and a determination will be made to provide “comfort care.” A pain pill and wheel chair for you. Those we have put at the helm know that they can keep themselves in place with gratification, even if it is doomed to fail over time. Those with power over us only need their 75 years on the planet and whatever gets them to the end in style is all that counts.
It cannot and will not last. Thousands of years of experience have proven this. The unfortunate fates, though, are either implosion or a violent revolution — the only two options.
We could have worked hard, sacrificed and disciplined ourselves and our children. We could have endured a little pain, gone without and had guts and character — even when nobody was looking and we didn’t get the credit. We could have stayed strong, free and capable.
But we haven’t. Goodbye, land that I loved, the United States of America. Hello United Socialist States of America.
The curtain falls on our experiment in freedom, liberty and democracy with my deepest apologies to George, John, James, Benjamin, Thomas — and yes, Ronnie.