I don’t know how we can like ourselves very much.
Not in this moment.
Everything’s so disordered and ill-tempered. And lots seem very okay with this … all right with this bankruptcy of common sense.
There’s this casualness in how we mistreat sacred stuff that’s made us special. How we desecrate … and adulterate … indispensable truths that made us such an unusual success among nations.
But now that nonchalance has morphed into dangerous indifference. Unserious vigilance … as if this nation will run on auto-pilot. That it will always be as it is now … at this moment in history.
And that’s not true.
Because we’re running away from who we are … leaving behind important stuff … ideas, beliefs, and expectations that pinned this country together. Snapping important cultural sinews … and disowning our heritage.
That’s tragic …
because it looks like we’re in love …
with our own defeat.
That we’re rooting against ourselves.
So we’ve taken to manufacturing misdeeds … to call embarrassment on ourselves because guilting is the rage.
And that rage demands some penance, too … as if America should horsewhip herself … and stand in ridicule in front of the entire world.
We’ve done this to ourselves. All from within. Because home-grown antagonists are always in pursuit of the dark side of everything. And that’s become our unfortunate narrative … that we’re powerful and intimidating.
The bad guys.
These are the sloppy stewards of this special place.
And that negligence has set us in a slo-motion suicide … as they tear this country apart day after day after day.
Too many seem not to care … because care requires discipline … and discipline includes the uncomfortable. And there’s a rage against all things uncomfortable … so America is paved with eggshells so the truth is afraid to step anywhere.
They’ve jellied our language and exiled any hard honesty so that life is artificially cottoned and cushioned. But we’ve paid a steep price for that synthetic serenity. Freedoms have been pruned and rights rejiggered … and we find ourselves on that slippery slope that skids us to the point of no return.
Only fools insist that things last forever.
Things fall apart.
~ Denis Ian
“I would encourage schools to refine young intellect but neglect to discipline emotions. I’d tell teachers to let those students run wild … I would substitute psychology for religion and deify science.
I’d take from those who have and give to those who wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. I’d confide that what’s bad is good … and what’s good is square. And … I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.” ~Paul Harvey
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Denis;Please contact me directly.Personally.Thanks.I quite admire writing. Frederick.
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