Another gem from Ron.
Blog I visit every day has a topic up today on morale, bemoaning how discouraged and demoralized people are about where the country is headed and what we can do about it to improve our collective morale. So I posted this:
I dunno ‘bout all this. What I DO know is that the highest morale this country has experienced in my lifetime occurred immediately after 7 December 1941 and again after 11 September 2001 when we got our collective nose bloodied by sucker punches.
On the flip side of that coin, there was the “national malaise” dropped upon our collective shoulders by the staggeringly inept Carter administration, which was then followed by a robust recovery when Reagan’s policies and leadership began to bring fruit.
My point is that people gotta eat. People gotta get stuff fixed. People gotta have somethin to do. And they gotta have some entertainment. And as sure as the political pendulum swings between extremes, I’m confident that when enough American patriots get sufficiently ticked off, some form of revolution will occur, either with ballots or with bullets.
One of the last words you ever hear when things are going great is the term “morale.” Only when leadership is perceived as weak and nonsupportive do you hear that morale is suffering. What you DO hear from the troops when things are going well, and that includes the rank and file in all sectors, is constant grumbling: IOW, a griping sailor is a happy sailor. When he becomes quiet, withdrawn, and sullen, THEN you gotta watch your back.
All who have done classroom teaching or instruction know that when a class has energy, even if it’s negative, you can direct and focus that energy. If none is there to begin with, you just spin your wheels most of the time . . . you can’t teach people who aren’t paying attention.
Someone will pop up . . . someone will grow into the job . . . someone will get inspired – whatever – and just like after Pearl Harbor and the Twin Towers, things will happen. Someone will peer through the fog and find the gate to channel all that negative energy into reform . . . or renewal . . . or recovery . . . or revival, whatever’s necessary to identify the threat, write its name down, and strike a bold line through it. Kinda like how Ronnie Raygun handled the air controllers.
And THAT is, of course, precisely what El Donaldo says he will do. Pull the band-aid off in one rip and paste it over the pieholes of the professional victim crowd, chase out the lounge lizards and entitlement parasites, remind Congress that it was never intended to be a gilt-edged career, initiate an industrial renaissance, create an equitable tax system that people can understand, and cut the size of central government down by around half.
I don’t trust Trump, but I trust the separation of powers concept to keep him legit and on track. I don’t trust Cruz, but I think he just might be able to do it if he can figure out how to work and play well with others. I don’t trust Clinton for so many reasons that I won’t even begin naming them, and I consider Sanders an anachronistic loon. Kasich, of course, is just another establishment clone.
The DNC has become the Fat Man and the RNC has become the Little Boy of American politics in their present configurations; they gotta go. We MUST have somebody not obliged to special interest groups, somebody uncontaminated by the toxic sludge of D.C., somebody born and raised and encultured in Americana.
Which leaves the current occupant of the Oval Office out. Born in Kenya, spent his first years in Indonesia attending Mooslime schools, moved to Hawaii where he was raised by his rat bastard commie grandparents, and mentored by Frank Marshall, a rat bastard commie. – GOC
Otherwise, my grandchildren need to start learning how to speak Arabic and Chinese, howl at the moon, and say Auf Wiedersehen to European culture and the Great New World Adventure.