Lost connections are the curse of our days. The rise of mental illness, depression, suicide, particularly among our youth, rising drug addiction, lowering life expectancy, the list goes on and on. The answer is to medicate America, more pills, more prescriptions, and just more misery. What we have lost in terms of community, friends, churches, and family has resulted in all of this. It is not a health care crisis, it is a cultural crisis, a rot in our soul.
When did this war on race begin, where did this sudden hatred of white people come from? What is a white person anyway? Am I supposed to have more in common with say, a Bulgarian than with my Mexican-American neighbor or a black man that has roots in America going back almost four centuries? What foolishness is this? We were moving on from all of this, but race has become an industry, a grievance culture that has taken deep roots. If not thwarted, we will fully Balkanize, our future will make the Croat Serb-Albanian-Bosnian divide seem like a picnic.
We can’t even discuss certain things anymore; What is a man, what is a woman? I don’t even begin to understand what this sexual identity crisis is all about. Just to say this, incurs wrath. Something isn’t right, or maybe I am just getting too old. Our hearts cry out, not in judgement, but for the lost souls, the confused and depressed, the anxiety and pain that so many feel. We need a way forward, not to target the individual, but to make us whole and regain our meaning in this life.
Watching the news in the aftermath of the just passed 4th of July holiday was an eye-opener in what has become the new America. The tons of trash left on our beaches here in California, in Orange County, up on Lake Tahoe defies belief. We see it every day driving down our freeways, in our parks, preserves, everywhere, nothing but trash, our state has become an open pit. But to see the trash left on our beaches and lakes was entirely something new, something otherworldly.
The homeless crisis is not one of poverty, joblessness, and despair. Oh, it is a part of those things, but at its core it is one of mental illness, drugs, addition and our local governments acting as enablers in this crisis. Why are we allowing this? The vast majority of the homeless need treatment, interdiction and tough love. Not free drugs, free camping sites and sidewalk bathrooms on Main Street. We were better than this.
We have lost our nerve and our will; we seem very happy to send cluster bombs (outlawed by almost every country in the world) to Ukraine to fight a nuclear armed Russia but we have an open invasion of our southern border that our leaders turn a blind eye. Our seemingly Senile-in-Chief in the White House has openly hinted at regime change in Moscow, grounds for an undeclared war declaration, which means WWIII and carnage and death that we can’t even fathom. We will lose American cities at the cost of millions of lives. All for the Donbas?
In 1818, the borderlands of Florida, then part of the Spanish Empire, was ruled by gangs, cutthroats, thieves, it was a lawless region. These roving bands of miscreants would routinely cross the border and wreak havoc on American settlers in southern Georgia and Alabama. President James Monroe sent General Andrew Jackson down to check things out and report back. He did more than that, he crossed into Spanish Florida and took the cutthroat gangs to the woodshed and cleaned up the mess the old-fashioned way. Spain was feckless and soon after, through negotiations they ceded Florida to the United States. Problem solved. We don’t have to advocate for the annexation of Northern Mexico as the 51st State, but for the love of God, if the Mexican government can’t fix this problem, then we can and should. We are being invaded. Send the military, and stop the invasion at the source. Short of that, close the damn border and start respecting the sovereignty of the United States.
If a wayward phone call to Ukraine was found to be impeachable, then what of the allowance of a foreign invasion of our country? The complete negligence by the Biden administration is beyond criminal.
We have become the feckless empire, sending our men and women to fight and die in far off lands, sending billions of taxpayer dollars to defend the Dnieper River, all the while our country is invaded by drugs that are killing hundreds of thousands, by gangs, terrorists, child traffickers as our country rots from the inside. Even ritual suicide is more noble than this.
There is still a chance to change course, but the hour is late, we are running out of time. There are millions of patriots who still get it, that will die to defend this Republic. However, what ails us goes deep, in our loss of culture, community and faith. It can’t all be solved by the waving of a wand from Washington D.C.
The world is changing rapidly, we are entering the phase of a revolution driven by technology and the changes are overwhelming us. The old world we grew up in is no longer, it has passed. The opportunities on the one hand are almost limitless, breathtaking, but the destruction left in its wake has been devastating. Can we enter this new world and keep our dignity and stay grounded and preserve our liberty, sovereignty, freedom, and faiths? Or will it all be swept off to sea?
I passed on and crossed the river to rest in the deep shadows of a giant oak, the breeze upon me, fresh and exhilarating, the river’s waters running steady, sparkling diamonds on the crest of the rising breaks in downfall current. The tree stood tall, old, covering, protected and sure, the soft grass underneath given way to the deepness of earth’s coolness. We had returned and rested at last.