If we're really,
really lucky, the only thing President Obama will pardon before Thanksgiving
Day will be a turkey or two. Last week,
he executively ordered enough trouble to last for years, and he did it without
proper time-tested authority, and against the wishes of most legally
established American citizens.
It's making the
rounds that some school system curriculum teaches that the pilgrims were
terrorists. Hmm, I never realized the
pilgrims were followers of radical Islam.
Sunday night, I
was watching Sixty Minutes and occasionally flipped over to the American
Music Awards. What a contrast! The popular entertainer who calls himself
"Pit Bull" was apparently referencing Obama's immigration order, and
I turned to the awards show just in time to hear him say, "President Obama
says we can stay."
Then I switched
back to Sixty Minutes, featuring a segment about a team which
travels to islands in the Pacific to locate, often successfully, military
aircraft and the remains of crew members lost at sea during World War II. The team, composed in fair measure of modern
military veterans, takes the responsibility quite seriously.
And then I
switched back to the awards show. Now, I
know I'm getting older, and it's no surprise that the world changes before my
eyes with every succeeding day. Yes,
it's even normal for older folks to look upon the young as a bit too arrogant
and ignorant. However, making allowances
for the obvious, just looking at some of the "artists" and a
disturbing cross-section of utterly inane performances by people who probably
can't even get dressed without the assistance of their handlers, I'm
worried. This illustrates the generation
coming out of school ill-educated and, worse, uninspired, except for the
ability to whip up stupid music with lyrics penned by idiots -- recorded
imbecility doomed to be forgotten in three or four years, if that. These, the performers and their songs, heroes
of the young who worship only the young and want nothing to do with the past
because they were taught that the past was wicked. That America was always wicked.
President Obama
says we can stay, proudly remarked the televised celebrity known as "Pit
Bull."
Switching back
to Sixty Minutes and watching divers actually touching
submerged U.S. fighter aircraft from WW II, a thought came to mind -- that,
with all deference to Mr. Pit or Mr. Bull, whichever he prefers (and I do hope
and suspect he has another name), I somehow can't imagine that those young
American pilots and crew members of so long ago, roughly the same age as
viewers and participants at the award show, would like to know they sacrificed
their lives to save a world and a country which one day would forget and even
trounce upon their efforts.
Nor would they
entertain the thought that a U.S. president would serve as something renegade
to the Constitution they all took an oath to defend, back when Germany and
Japan threatened the world.
Those who
perished in those watery graves of the Pacific would have a very difficult time
attempting to understand why a president -- the commander-in-chief -- would
embrace and welcome border-jumping criminals who not only came and stayed
against our laws, but whom overwhelmingly have no wish to exemplify what
Americans are supposed to be.
No matter. Mr. Pit Bull and his colleagues will continue
to entertain the youthful masses who have not a clue nor a care about what they
lose or trade away a little more of each and every day. Sometimes, I wish I was too young to
notice.
Despite the obstacles -- happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
