Once

Once upon a time in America college students were elated to discover that they had made the dean’s list. It was a sense of pride to finally be acknowledged for what they always believed—“I’ve got a high IQ!” Once upon a time those high school students who knew soon enough that they were headed for college, took college prep courses; biology, algebra, chemistry, Latin and history. Not one single kid left the 12th grade without being able to read and write proficiently (to the teacher’s satisfaction).

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Once kids joked around. When they called each other names, they took it as a challenge to overcompensate. If a coach said you were a lousy wrestler, you were going to show him. When a teammate said, “You cripple, you’ll never kick that lineman’s #,” you found a new source of energy. And, if the girls volley ball captain said you were too fat to play, you went on a diet. Once, we could walk hand-in-hand with our girlfriends down Main Street without fear of being accosted by some hate-filled druggie or some idiot whose feelings have been hurt. Once, Americans were tough; the only things that could hurt you were sticks and stones. Talk about the wussyfication of America! Baby brains in oversized bodies! Now, in America, college students are happy to show how little they know about history as long as they can be on TV. Jay Leno’s “Man on the Street” and Jesse Watters on Fox have proven that hundreds of times. Sadly, when a co-ed answers “France” to the question “Who did we fight in WWII,” she giggles like a 6-year-old. A senior in Harvard once said “the Red Sea” when asked what ocean lies off the east coast of America. In America, the English language is so butchered by electronic gadgets that few people remember how to write a legible sentence. Whatever vowels haven’t been deleted are forbidden by the politically-correct crowd. So many are working overtime to say and do the “right thing” that our sense of morality, our contentment, our self-worth has all but eroded into a constant state of fear. As that great American philosopher, Bugs Bunny, said so often, “What a bunch of maroons!” For the 30 and under crowd getting high in our major universities, Bugs was Mel Blanc’s alter-ego. I really feel bad for my children and grandchildren. If those with an IQ above 100 don’t stand up for their rights and stop acting like rubber-neckers, the immoral minority will turn a once great country into a dictatorial slum. Try voting for someone who’s done more than organize angry people in a community, or believes she has a right to confiscate the rest of the fine China in the White House.