Patriot Realm

As the sun sets on yet another day of defeat at the hands of left wing insurgency, I am forlorn. 

I mourn the death of freedom on the day before the dawn of Armistice Day.  Remembrance Day, Veteran's Day or whatever noble name it has in your particular Nation.

My heart goes out to those who, unlike the dead who miraculously rise from their graves to vote or be even elected, slumber with heavy hearts in their eternal rest.

How they must shake their heads in disbelief at what is happening in our world today. 

How they must weep their silent tears and wonder " was it worth it? " 

Putting his countrymen on the dole was an unforgivable legacy of Otto von Bismarck, and it’s high time we learn from it. 

The late political humorist Tom Anderson once said that the welfare state was so named because the politicians get well and the rest of us pay the fare. Economist Walter Williams claimed it was like “feeding the sparrows through the horses."

Someone else defined it as “a lot of people standing in a circle and each one has his hands in the next guy’s pocket.” Personally, I think it’s a scenario in which politicians offer security but ultimately deliver bankruptcy—financial and moral.

There is an obvious reason that President Donald Trump plays the Sam and Dave classic “Hold On, I’m Comin'” at the end of his campaign rallies. He wants to give the American people hope that our collective nightmare will eventually end.

Since President Donald Trump left the White House in January of 2021, it has been unmitigated hell for the American people. With the Democrats in control of the White House and Congress, the nation has sunk into economic despair.

At the end of the Trump administration, inflation and interest rates were low. The country was experiencing economic growth and recovering from the massive financial strain of the pandemic.

When I was a kid, we used to play a game called “ stacks on the mill “. It essentially meant that a kid would lie down and the rest of us would jump on and form a pyramid and chant “ stacks on the mill, more on still “ until the pile of kids collapsed and the poor kid at the bottom of the stack would drag himself or herself out from under the pile of bodies and breathe again. 

It was a great game to play – unless you were the poor kid at the bottom of the stack. And I think that we, these days,  the normal people, are the poor kid at the bottom of the stack. Let me explain.

School standards have fallen for the sake of political correctness over effective and dependable education. That is dangerous.

In early October, my alma mater made headlines after it decided to fire chemistry professor Dr. Maitland Jones Jr. after 82 of his students signed a petition noting that his organic chemistry class was “too hard.”

Shuck-and-jive from America’s broken thinking class, the people who pretend to know better than everybody else.

By now, everybody and his uncle has seen Emily Oster’s plea for “pandemic amnesty” in The Atlantic magazine, a house organ of the people in America who know better than you do about… really… everything. Emily’s wazoo is so stuffed with gold-plated credentials (BA, PhD, Harvard; economics prof at Brown U) it’s a wonder that she could sit down long enough to peck out her lame argument that “we need to forgive one another for what we did and said when we were in the dark about COVID.”