Here we are, July 4, 2013, two hundred and thirty-seven years from the day the Continental Congress adopted the Declaration of Independence. On the first anniversary, July 4, 1777, in the nation’s capital of Philadelphia, prayers, parades, speeches, fireworks, and thirteen gun salutes were executed in celebration.
Memorial Day is our national holiday to remember the men and women who died protecting this country in the service of the United States Armed Forces. If a member of the military died protecting this country, that member is a hero. In a society of the patriotic and the conscientious, Memorial Day would not be a day of division, politics, or ideological anomaly. This is a day set aside for this country to put divisions, politics, and ideological anomalies aside, and join together in reconciliation, if just for this one day, and pay tribute and honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their county: death. Memorial Day is a day about heroes, and those deserved of the title.
Alejandrina Cabrera wants to serve the citizens of San Luis, Arizona; she is running for a seat on the city council. This fledgling parliamentarian’s hopes and dreams of shepherding the citizenry into the 21st century, contributing at city council meetings through various avant-garde channels of communication such as articulating her thoughts and ideas via charades, nodding and shaking her head when it seemed appropriate, perhaps even employing an interpreter, were unceremoniously ceased and desisted. It was the highest of judicial authority for the state of Arizona, the Arizona Supreme Court, which applied, with prejudice, the legal kibosh on her campaign. Sadly, Alejandrina has been legally barred from serving as an elected official in the state of Arizona.
For the presumed leader of the most powerful country on the planet, Barack Obama has the unusual infantile habit of hastily assembling press conferences to cry on the shoulder of the American people, as would a petulant and spoiled child who runs to his mother when he can’t have his way in the outside world, or who runs to mommy for a sympathetic ear, pointing a finger at someone else when he has broken something. Obama has again run crying, now to the world, because he can’t have his way. Also, to add to his frustration, the whole “equal branches of government” thing is just not working out for him. In a recent speech to the domestic terrorist group La Raza, Obama stated, in his best dictatorial tone, “Believe me, the idea of doing things on my own is very tempting.”
Barack Obama and his Secretary of Education Arne Duncan’s home state of Illinois will not be testing on writing proficiency for high school junior level students. FBI special agent Robert Grant capsulized the state of Illinois while announcing the arrest of Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich: “If it is not the most corrupt state in the United States, it’s certainly one hell of a competitor.” Of course Blagojevich’s predecessor, Governor George Ryan, was not present at the press conference as he was relaxing in prison serving a 6-1/2 year sentence for political corruption. It was not known if either Blagojevich or Ryan are proficient in writing.
The killing of Osama bin Laden set off a chain reaction, culminating in the retro sport of the 1960s, when contesting hippies was a socially acceptable recreation.
Bill Maher, one of myriad commissioned nincompoop delegates of the Left, and a poor man’s Maxine Waters, expressed the plenary sentiments of the Left last week regarding the Left’s theoretical relationship between the Founding Fathers and the constitutionally inclined Tea Party: