Greetings, Dear Reader,
I suppose we should discuss Memorial Day.
THE REAL MEMORIAL
Marine Lance Cpl. Daniel Montano died in combat. He was just 21.
It wasn’t combat in Iraq or Afghanistan. Montano wasn’t a special operator in North Africa. He encountered entirely foreseeable and preventable combat outside a bar in Wilmington, North Carolina.
Eight months earlier, Davey Spencer, his murderer, had been booked on charges of assaulting a peace officer. Court transcripts for the proceedings are not publicly available. What we know is that the charge was dropped in favor of Spencer pleading guilty to two lower misdemeanor charges. He was sentenced to 27 days, time served, and released.
It would be approximately his 60th criminal charge, according to public records. He had previously spent seven years in prison.
Memorial Day is supposed to be about remembering the historical sacrifices of American KIAs going all the way back to the revolution. Generally, I am not one of those insufferable hardos about Memorial Day. I don’t condemn Americans of all stripes simply taking the three-day weekend to cook dogs and burgers without the least bit of genuflection to American veterans.
I’m not here to lecture any of them.
It is clear, however, that another major death has occurred in the 50 years since the bicentennial. Once unthinkable, goofy-looking foreign men sporting $10,000 watches deadpan local news cameras about managing daycare chains. Scraggly looking foreigners gum up essential medical services, rape and murder hapless coeds who thought they could go for peaceful morning runs, live in high-class NYC hotels we paid for. All with self-evident IQs somewhere in the proximity of the setting on my digital air conditioning unit.
George Floyd died of an overdose and took the American spirit with him to hell.
Headphoneless rap music blares from cell phones in commuter trains. Nobody says a word in Year 6 of Post-GF. Brawls in upscale restaurants. Brawls at airport gates. Brawls at Chipotle. Jake Tapper takes a minute to tell me how “beautiful” the Muslim call to prayer is in American suburbia as if 1000+ years of my ancestral anglo-saxon DNA isn’t already kitted up.
Education used to be about excellence. Now 15 years of academics yields civically illiterate, indoctrinated PhD holders of insurmountable debt. Harvard, Yale, Columbia have become Madrasses, both literally and figuratively. Islamic extremists and left wing extremists dominate storied American quads on which future presidents used to strut.
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They go forth and flex their bogus credentials to produce, promulgate and defend all of the above, with the added bonus of men who should have been locked away for life for stabbing the young Marine son of patriotic parents in the throat, or slashing the neck of a beautiful woman who fled war in Ukraine, or raping and murdering a young Black Lives Matter activist and leaving her partially nude dead body on the roof of her apartment complex only to be found by her concerned coworkers two days later.
Somewhere buried in this unholy mess, in the rubble that prevailing leftism has left in its 15-year dominance, is the piping hot coal of rebellion. It’s an army of moms taking over school boards to ban sexually explicit material from school libraries. It’s dads disrupting “drag queen storyhour” with strings of profanity. It’s an old man in a beanie who opens up his three minutes of public address to a local council by saying, “Good evening, cowards,” then goes on to excoriate all the “fat, ugly women” on the council for polluting American youth.
The upside is that while Americans have been known to suffer in quiet dignity under utterly withering attacks and humiliation from people and institutions, there is indeed a rubicon. And while these people and institutions consider themselves not only superior, but unassailable, that would indeed represent a categorical error.
They are not and we do have a limit.
The Claudine Gays, Kamala Harrises, Tim Walzes and Zohrans of the world are not inevitable, not especially with Americans in the mix. Their victories might exist, for a time, but they’re hardly eternal.
This weekend let’s celebrate the resurrection of an American death they all thought was final, but truly wasn’t.
America is already clawing its way back to the world of the living.
It will be glorious.
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A great article Geoff !!!!
Hope for my children and grandchildren’s future .