A Good Day to Die?

 

 

Occasionally I entertain the thought that it is a good time to be over sixty years old. The parallels between the condition of America and Ancient Rome in decline become too vivid. It seems the America I was raised in is disappearing before my eyes and my cynical, (heartbroken) response is that it is a good time to die. Both me and the republic can watch the sun set on the dream of America in better times. The dream is America, the great experiment in self-rule. As the work-ethic dies and adulthood is shunned in spirit and extruded endlessly, with young adults retreating to mom and dads couch for their castle, a gimme-gimmie culture overwhelms the traditional courage that making your mark in the world requires.Hopefully before too much more damage is done to this good place, I will fade with the last light of an American day.

 

A picture of me, in darker moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donald Trump, Now POTUS stood against  democrats, independents, socialists, and anarchists. Many in his party (GOP) shunned him.

Then this man takes the stage. ….And like the cavalry arriving in the nick of time, he has breathed life into the breast of the American dream. He entered a capital, rife with” good ol’ boyism,” and backroom deals. He said he was going to “drain the swamp.”

The average American was being taught that you don’t have to work, you don’t have to be committed to any person, place, belief or loyalty past that which serves your own selfish needs. The economy is tanked and the average young American has learned to live on less and lose themselves in a jungle of electronic dependencies on countless screens on phones computers and T.V.s.

The economy was stagnant and pushed further underwater by disastrous Liberal spending. Pockets of poverty formed like quagmires of violence and hopelessness in most major cities. I wonder if the heat from the gang gun fights can be measured by heat sensors on the ISS. 

The family, under assault since the “Great Society” was foisted upon America, is deteriorating. Men were marginalized and women were busy “finding themselves”.  And nothing is getting done past the hollow stares of young adults who kan’t reed sew wel.

Trump stood with his face defiantly to the wind. The mainstream media despised him and biased (negative) reporting reached 91+ percentile in damning MSM coverage.. He was crude in speech and  not elquant by any means. This author, (me), initially hated his hillbilly mannerisms and crude speech. HE JUST WASN’T PRESIDENTIAL ENOUGH I hated him. I considered him an insult to the office. But sans a living replacement, (remember he knocked down 15 other contenders in the primaries) I ended up holding my nose and checking the box next to his name.

With all the Hollywood beauties, the mainstream media, and the rich limosine liberals unhappy George Soros, all of the northeast  and all of the densely populated places where he stood not a chance to win., THERE IS NO WAY HE COULD WIN THIS. THING. NO WAY HE COULD WIN.

HE WON


If Trump could only stay in the lines,  If only Trump could double-talk, learn the dirty rules of the game and a way to present lies as truth he could have….would have, lost.

Now with the world respecting us again, with the economy exploding from the gates like Sea Biscit on a winning day, with record after record being broken in areas of employment I am compelled to thank God he sent us this man.