Six Years On

It's that day again. The one where people gnash their teeth, rend their clothes and cry over people they never knew while mewling about how terrible the world is and how we should be monitored from birth to death to make sure it never happens again. For the families and friends of the victims, my heart goes out to you. The rest of you need to get a life and quit using a tragedy to prevent you from enjoying what is here. Too much television has pickled the national brain into believing that this was the defining moment of our nation's history. It wasn't.

Our defining moment happened hundreds of years ago and it wasn't televised. When the signers of the Declaration of Independence gathered, they knew what they were doing and what the eventual cost could be. Many of the believers paid with their lives in order to give future generations freedom from the tyranny of an out of touch leader who felt that the colonies were his personal line of credit. Nathan Hale, John Paul Jones and Patrick Henry fascinated me as a fifth-grader. Their reported sayings energized my interpretation of history, inspiring me to believe in the freedoms that were later written down as our Constitution and the Bill of Rights.

The current generation is willing to give up everything that these people fought and died for, because they are scared that something bad might happen to them. Some people need to get a grip on reality. Do people honestly believe that there that many terrorists who could destroy us? Do people honestly believe that there that many terrorists who could destroy us? There are more than 300 million of us spread out over 3.7 million square miles. If you live in Ottumwa, IA, the only people coming to get you are people who didn't like Radar. Why are we running around scared of every little shadow and any dissent from the official line is called treason? Americans are supposed to be braver than that. And smarter.

What the heck happened to my country?

Crossposted at Big Brass Blog.