Although he has not formally announced it, our current CIC stands athwart all the graves of honor and selfless courage to count it as aught but misguided Imperialism and something for which our nation must apologize.
Now, my courage is small in the face of real danger. I am but a woman, weakened by my sexual inheritance, but let me make my words as large as my heart, my hopes, and my dreams for my country can muster: If Obama cannot soon see the ruinous ends of his wretched philosophy left unchecked, if God does not soon shed his Grace on our President and give him eyes to see ALL of his countrymen, if Obama cannot soon humble himself enough to hear opposing and honorable viewpoints, then he has ceded any right to be called anything but a two-bit Chicago power-monger. But then, I called him that right out of the gate.
I would be hard-pressed to allow such an entity to assume any particualrs of place and station to confer "honors" upon our sacred fallen soldiers. Better that he demur the singular honor of bringing the laurels of his office to the graves of better men than he has ever imagined in his insular, assumptive, propped-up self regard.
On this day of all days in our Republic, when I would naturally defer to the honorably departed and their families to remind us of our Duty to give all in the service of Freedom, I will not hold back.
I will suffer the approbation and calls for belaying my grievances for a better day. What better day than today, even as our elected leaders effectively spit on the sacrifices that brought them to their haughty presumptions of peace? Peace. As though Obama had won his place honorably by sheer dint of mental prowess and high-flown Idealism. No, he occupies an office he stole through duplicity and thuggery. I may respect the Idea of the Office of the President, but I can yield no more allegiance to it than I could any pirated ship of state that presumes to fly a friendly flag only to be found full of cutpurses and buggerers.
Can we let one man, one party, one election undo the decades of historic honor and duty, and render it a shame to be repented of? I understand the need for closure, ritual, rememberance. I do not wish to tread on such for my own sense of outrage. But what are we remembering, who are we honoring, and why? Will not one family, one spouse, one son, one father send back a retort worthy of the sacrifice they mourn-- and reject the dishonored conference of honors from this President?
I may need guidance here, but how could I watch my brother in battle fall, only to hear my Commander in Chief shout across the battle lines, "Sorry! Sorry! Don't shoot at us any more! Our bad!" And then, allow such treachery to confer honor on a shattered life?
Happy Memorial Day?
I don't think so.
Just one paragraph in, and all is right again.