The America I know, the one that once served as a bright shining beacon to the world, is changing. Our headlong panic rush to insulate, rather than defend, ourselves from those that would do us harm is disheartening.
Talk of building walls, denying entry based on religion or origin, craving a national policy of carpet bombing without regard to innocents is not a solution. It is the easy way out. That is not America.
We are on a very long walk on a short pier.
America was once the country who built piers to welcome those who seek the American dream. We stood greeting those looking for a better life. Yet now, because it is so easy to focus on those who misuse our welcome, we are throwing it all away.
When did we become so afraid of standing up for what is right, that we are willing to bury our head in the sand?
We bought into this ‘I’m being bullied nonsense’ and cry to our mommies. I know this may offend some people but you don’t run from bullies, or try to legislate them out of existence. You stand up to them.
It’s the only way to solve the problem. Time to recapture our pride and dignity.
Now, we are faced with a Presidential election. The campaign is a bunch of meaningless drivel, hurled by both sides, that offers no real solution, no intelligent analysis of the problem, and no real hope for change.
We are better than that. We deserve better than that. And yet, most of us just follow along like blind sheep lured by the aroma of fresh feed right into the slaughter house.
Instead of doing the hard work of identifying those who would misuse welfare, we punish the entire program.
Instead of doing the difficult task of bringing the fight to the enemy, we embrace politicians with no idea of the rules of engagement who see carpet bombing as a solution to end a philosophy. Innocent casualties be damned.
Instead of making the effort to understand the complex problems facing us, we engage in screaming matches that do nothing.
Instead of focusing on the logjam that is Congress, we scream and yell about useless Congressional hearings and speeches that capitalize on our ignorance.
Instead of embracing education, we dilute the standards then blame teachers for the results. Johnny can’t read and we do not care.
But there is still time.
There is time to remember that Congress holds the purse strings of America, not the President, and understand who holds the purse strings of Congress.
There is time to return to an America where holding public office meant doing public service not keeping it for life.
There is time, but it, like the end of the pier, is growing short.
I have noticed a troubling trend among the tattooed generation of Americans. I am noticing more and more individuals sporting a barcode tattoo on the back of their necks.
If we are not vigilant. If we do not wean ourselves away from chasing Pokémon. If we do not think instead of remaining mindlessly enslaved to our cell phones.
If we do not realize that we have stopped adding to the pier that is the American dream but continue to walk at our current pace, we will find ourselves at the end.
Those sporting this barcode tattoo may be a foreshadow of the American future.
Where once each new generation represented an addition to the treasure of America, our people, they may be reduced to nothing but inventory from a failed dream.
Think before we walk into oblivion.