What ever happened to the good ole USA? We’ve gone from a Republican government guided by a Constitution to a regime of revolving elites. We have less freedom with each passing year. Like a signpost to the coming reign of terror, the cancel culture is everywhere. We’ve traded the American Revolution for the cultural revolution. Now a feeble nation is technically led by the oldest man to ever serve in the presidency. We can’t defend our borders, our history (including monuments to past greatness) or our streets. Our cities have become anarchist playgrounds. We are a nation of dependents, mendicants, and misplaced charity. Homeless veterans camp in the streets while illegal aliens are put up in hotels. The president of the United States can’t even quote the beginning of the Declaration of Independence (“You know – the thing”) correctly. Ivy League graduates routinely fail history tests that fifth graders could pass a generation ago. Crime rates soar and we blame the Second Amendment and slash police budgets. Our culture is certifiably insane. People who fight racism by seeking to convince members of one race that they’re inherently evil, and others that they are perpetual victims. A psychiatrist lecturing at Yale said she fantasizes about “unloading a revolver into the head of any white person.” We slaughter the unborn in the name of freedom, while our birth rate dips lower year by year. Our national debt is so high that we can no longer even pretend that we will repay it one day. It’s a $30-plus trillion monument to our improvidence and refusal to confront reality. Our entertainment is sadistic, nihilistic, and as enduring as a candy bar wrapper thrown in the trash. Our music is noise that spans the spectrum from annoying to repulsive. The answer, however simple, continually escapes us when it comes time to vote. We must elect leaders that care about our country more than they crave power. While the prognosis is far from good, only God knows if America’s day in the sun is over.
A. Bruce Whittier
Southampton