We’ve Fallen Off the Sled
POST 1122
There is no end of pundits punditing wildly in an effort to explain how Democrats managed to embarrass themselves and allow the country to be imperiled by power mad, greedy haters and traitors. We used to wonder why so many people would vote against their own best interests, but how did we get to the point where half the country has voted against our nation’s best interests?
It takes very little effort to imagine what those of The Greatest Generation would say to those millions who want to tear down what those heroes risked their lives for and what several hundred thousand lost their lives protecting and defending. It wasn’t a flag or the lakes and the land. It wasn’t amber waves of grain or purple mountain majesties or pompous chest thumping by tyrants. It was sweet freedom and the ever young promise of democracy. So many blithely voted all that away, as though doing so would whisk away their personal malaise, but it won’t.
Surrendering rights and freedom always – always – creates misery and hopelessness. We like to speak of American exceptionalism, but if we have that, it’s from a bedrock foundation of hope, of endless possibilities, of the freedom to be free and the dream – The Dream! – of something better for ourselves and for our children. We can and will be exceptional, but only if we grant ourselves the ingredients for it.
But we’ve cut that short. We were having a fine, if imperfect time, but now we’ve fallen off the American Dream sled. We’re tumbling and cold. Hard snow is plugging our nostrils and blinding our eyes. We grunt with each body blow and hope for air. We’re dizzy and disoriented and we don’t know where the sled is. The snow fog has obscured everything and we can’t tell up from down. We’ve got to find that sled and get back on it. Then we’ll fix what needs fixing. Everything of value, everything we hold dear depends on our doing that.
But the sled is nowhere to be seen. It’s turning dark and hope is dimming. The dawn will come, of course, but we will need to dig the snow from our faces if we’re to see the light and figure out what to do.
Find the sled before someone steals it from us and it’s gone forever.
Find the sled.
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