John Wilder has some thoughts on the occasion for this weekend's holiday.
We commend it to your reading.
I'm afraid that was the essay for last Memorial Day weekend.
"If...then" has become "Because...when".
SCOTUS voted last January that the Constitution doesn't apply to America. It's too late to take that move back (short of ritual seppuku by at least five of the bastards, a consummation devoutly to be wished).
The Constitution is as dead as canned tuna.
All that's left now is the smell when you open the can.
We don't have to talk about sacrifices on foreign shores with foreign names.
Pointe du Hoc is coming to your town and mine.
For some people's towns (Portland...Seattle...Minneapolis...Chicongo...etc.), it's already there.
The only question left for actual Americans is whether they're willing to Ranger up, and hit the beach.
And while I'm up, let's don't sell out those second-gen Americans quite so fast.
That'd be me.
While mom's side of the family goes back to the 1600s on this continent, with a pedigree that'd impress the bluest blue-nosed New England snob, dad's parents were both off-the-boat Ellis Island graduates: granddad from Ireland, and grandma from Germany. Around the turn of the last century. Both dead before I was born.
Dad was the first generation of his family native-born American.
That makes me a second-generation one, just as much as a tenth generation one.
There are Americans everywhere. Even now. Some of them just weren't born here.
We used to be choosey and select them out from amongst the rotten fruit of the grifters just looking to make a buck off the rest of us without working for it. (And no, paying a coyote and bussing tables is not "working for it". Ever.) They'll never be Americans if they live here for centuries. They're simply Turd World hobos from Shitholia and Trashcanistan, who never "got" America, and never will. Thieves sneak over the fence. Honest people come in the front door. And they knock first, and ask permission. And every legal immigrant knows that in their bones too. Illegals should get one second chance after deportation. Second offense should be a lifetime ban from ever legally residing here, for any reason, including tourism. Three such offenses should be life imprisonment at hard labor. And repatriation of your remains when you died, back to Shitholia or Trashcanistan.
Half of this country, including those born here who should know better, wants to destroy America, even the very idea of it.
Life imprisoned at hard labor, and repatriation of their remains to outside the territorial limit off the coast seems a fitting end for them, too. With no marker, and removal from all records, as if they never existed. Let's call it "retroactive abortion".
Our country: Our choice, right?
Make that executive order #1 of a future Aesop administration.
Ratified by popular acclaim.
Because we don't select emperors in this country.
We elect temporary Chief Executives.
And we've seen what being without one of those for just over four months has gotten us. It only gets worse from here.
Loosen your packs and helmets, and don't bunch up.
We're about to hit the beach.
Ready or not, whether you wanted to or not.