When I recently held my grandson, Quinlan, for a photo in front of Independence Hall in Philadelphia, tears happened. It was one of those times when I felt the Revolutionary War and Patriot bloodline that runs thru me pulse over to Quinlan—even though he’s a toddler.
My blood began that slow boil. Let me explain.
The glorious daughters and son-in-laws that spouse and I are blessed with, celebrated our SIX-OH DEAR! time with a whirlwind tour of Philly, NYC, and a mini-urban respite on Long Beach Island, NJ.
Our NYC visit included the Lion King on Broadway (Note to EP: It was a cartoon but a pleasant lift from the news.) and, of course , the tourists’ tour of Manhattan: Times Square, Statue of Liberty, Central Park, and Wall Street. And that’s where it all began for me.
Wall Street was electric and almost overwhelming. Media was everywhere waiting. Pensive people were everywhere waiting.]The old journalist in me started clicking photos, while a French television team cornered daughter Ocean for a person-on-the street interview.
“Wow,” I thought, “this is the real deal.” Several well-dressed young professionals passed by with boxes and luggage in tow. Their jobs dissolved that day. Everything I’ve ever read about the fall of capitalism was coming true. We were witness to the ugly arm of today’s disaster capitalism.
Fall’s colors were only a hint, but the weather was perfect in Philadelphia. There was no way I could not be there and not visit Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell. Understand that my ancestors marched with George Washington against wrong-doing and tyranny. So as my grandson and the rest of us sat on the cool lawns around the sanctum of our Constitution’s beginnings, my blood boiled (No! It wasn’t a hot flash.) For eight years, tic by tic, our country’s most precious document has been ravaged. Our leaders instilled fear instead of courage. I feel like our new language should be baa-baa.
And to defend this abomination on our American foundation is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It’s time to strap the huevos back on and bring America back to its bravery, honesty, and forthrightness. Get out of the closet, turn on the lights and get a grip on what is going on around us. We didn’t fight the Revolutionary War because we’re a docile people. It’s time to collectively get our minds, bodies and souls back in shape and just say no to this dark-rooted diatribe.
Our terrorist enemies are laughing their beards off. They don’t need to attack us here anymore. We’re doing a fine job of it ourselves.