By John Burtis
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Born at the height of american power, it's hard to believe that in 56 years I'm a dinosaur walking.
and knowing now that the extinction of those old boys didn't occur in a heartbeat but happened over the course of a few hundred thousand years, with the asteroid strike at the Chicxulub crater representing their final denouement, it's glaringly apparent to me like we're headed down the same cinder strewn path.
No, we won't disappear in a single big blast, unless of course we completely lose our minds, turn our backs on the rogue nuclear powers, allow further proliferation, increase the number of our upcoming political inquisitions (if that is conceivable), accelerate our internal fractionalization, and let fascist Islam to destroy us utterly.
But we have pushed over the precipice, like an amateur skier, and have begun our run into the snowy oblivion and the eventual white-out which has overtaken all the major economic and military powers which came before us.
The twentieth century was our century, just as the 18th and much of the 19th belonged to Britain.
The 1900s was the century of steel. and it was found in ore, in our men in uniform, and in our leaders, from Teddy Roosevelt to Ike Eisenhower.
In war we were ferocious, in peace we were magnanimous, and until 1953, we were to be feared on the battlefield. Just ask the Germans at St. Mihiel, the Japanese at Tarawa or Iwo Jima, or the Germans again at Bastogne.
In 1944 alone, we, the United States of america, out produced the entire war production of the axis nations combined – Germany, Japan, Italy.
But today, none of that matters. Victory by any means is as arcane a notion as the present day survival of an archaeopteryx or an allosaur. Wars can be won or lost in an instant, or never won at all. The very idea of winning has become lost in the damaging static of paltry political gain and loss. and Clemenceau has finally been proven right here: war has become too important to be left to the generals, who, for God's sake, might choose victory over half-way measures, retreat, or surrender after a conflict is joined.
at home, we have forgotten that we are americans, as we walk, head down, carrying a burden of woes, fretful of what we have, fearful of a fight, scared to lose, even more frightened to die. The War of 1812, when we were the real underdogs, is as lost in time as the photos of the TomKat baby.
The new Democrats survive on the very notion that we are pluribus but no way in hell unum, and only they, in conjunction with their big government, huge levies, increasingly stringent controls, and the parceling out of health care and social services, can provide stability to the turbulent tribal masses.
The new Democratic dream for america is for the arrival of the Iraq which is growing more visible today on our television screens – a country riven by sectarian influences, religions, social classes, languages, topography – except for the strong central government holding the reins of power which the toffs will provide. and the ruling progressive nomenklatura will be made up of the golden pheasants like Hillary Clinton, Chuck Schumer, and Nancy Pelosi, who will cruise above the dust and clatter, insulated from the mayhem, protected in their gated communities, ruling the bureaucratic state for their personal benefit, while their media organs erase the past with a rapidity that would make Stalin blush.
I am a brontosaur because I believe in the Bill of Rights, the Constitution, and trust that the Declaration of Independence holds some merit, and that all three apply to us all.
I am a stegosaur since I believe that I should be allowed to bear arms and protect myself and my family from the predations of the hoodlums allowed to prowl our neighborhoods at will because of the criminal idiocy of liberal judges.
I'm a protocerotop because I believe we should control our borders and have some sort of a doggone limit to the seemingly endless and ridiculous flow of unskilled, criminal, and terrorist elements swarming over, tunneling under, and running across our southern border.
and I am a brachiosaur simply since I firmly believe that the Electoral College separates our great nation from any one of a hundred banana republics and their riotous ballot processes, too often overseen of late by the lamentable Jimmy Carter, the dictator's - any dictator at all will do - friend.
america is drifting toward the sewer grate, the rat hole, the black hole, and the side pocket with increasing speed as we spin and whirl in the meniscus of the last election, as our choices now come to haunt us.
I'm a dinosaur walking in a new america, where I routinely pay for the needs of illegal aliens, where felons walk freely among the citizenry, where the new Democratic Party is hell bent on the destruction of a single man, Mr. Bush, our military, and our intelligence capabilities – weak as they are, simply because they can.
I'm a dinosaur reading newspapers without any merit whatsoever, save their outrageous lies and fictional constructs, designed to bolster the ravings of that same party – the new Democrats - with fallacies built on prevarications, witnessed by perjurers, with photo-shop doctored pictures as proof.
as I look around, I am not alone.
There are many other dinosaurs walking the highways and byways with me - folks who still believe in the rule of law, in fairness, in honesty in public office, and in the basic goodness still to be found in the good old USa.
But our numbers are shrinking as the cut and runners, the Winter Soldiers, and the lifelong politicians turn this once vibrant nation into a third world country for no other reason than it is easy to do and the consequences of their vulpine acts will never be felt until tomorrow.
Sadly, they are also members of the dinosauria, too, but have yet failed to grasp this fact.
The K-T boundary, wherever it's exposed, reveals that tomorrow finally came for the greatest of all the beasts. Below that fine Iridium laced line lie the bones of our forebears, while nothing is found immediately above it, save a wasteland.
It's not easy for a dinosaur out here anymore, let me tell you. and it's getting more difficult all the while.
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