Ahhh, the '60s. A time when we knew it all. We had the world and life figured out. All we had to do was pin a flower on the most malevolent among us and nothing but love would come forth. Fantasy was reality and reality was fantasy.
To pour cold water on the illusion, Grace Slick, in a documentary on Rock and Roll said it best…”In the '60s we thought we could change the world. In the '70s we decided we couldn’t even change ourselves, so we went for the money.”
Too bad many in the political class who grew up in the '60s and '70s refuse to learn what Grace Slick and most of us found through painful realization that, like John Adams once said, “Facts are stubborn things.” We are who we are and change only comes from within or physical force. Reality is real, fantasy is not.
Like the Omega House pledges in ‘Animal House’ that, happily, or at least willingly, endured the pain of getting smacked with a wooden paddle on their rump just for the ‘privilege’ of belonging to the fraternity and then asking for more, the ‘progressives’ of this country have demanded that we endure pain, death, dismemberment and trauma for the benefit of belonging to an elite fraternity of human beings not fazed by the truths of life on this planet.
Islam is 20% religion and 80% socio-political. It is a ‘religion’ that doesn’t ask, but demands adherence on pain of death. What other creed can say that? How do you deal in America, the land of the free, with a group that points to our Constitution as a way to slink their beliefs into our culture and then eventually replace it with theirs?
Comes Donald Trump…the rude awakening, the wake-up call, the reveille at dawn, reminding us of our realities, ignoring what isn’t and dealing with what is.
Mr. Trump, for all his ‘inexperience’, has outsmarted them all. By calling for a temporary moratorium on Muslim immigration and listening to the reaction from the president and every other candidate, save Cruz, Trump has put them all on the same train as Obama, going nowhere. With probably a 75% chance of renewed attacks on Americans before the general election, Trump has assured himself the lofty position of being right while everyone else sinks in their ‘righteous indignation.’
Trump is a breath of fresh air in a stale room. There is no finger pointed in the wind. No consensus of ‘public opinion experts’ before every speech. No teleprompter. Just honest, this is what I think, discourse. Whether you buy it or not, applaud the honesty, a rare commodity these days.
Thank you, Mr. Trump, may I have another.
Ray DiLorenzo is a career pilot having retired after 22 years as a contract fire pilot with the California Department of Forestry (Cal-Fire). He is presently affiliated with Stand Up America US Foundation founded by Maj. Gen. Paul E. Vallely (Ret).
Ahhh, the '60s. A time when we knew it all. We had the world and life figured out. All we had to do was pin a flower on the most malevolent among us and nothing but love would come forth. Fantasy was reality and reality was fantasy.
To pour cold water on the illusion, Grace Slick, in a documentary on Rock and Roll said it best…”In the '60s we thought we could change the world. In the '70s we decided we couldn’t even change ourselves, so we went for the money.”
