August 23, 2021
I am rapidly closing on my 74th birthday. I praise God every day for my continued mental and physical health. Best of all things in my life, Willie and I have been married for fifty-three years and counting. She and I met in college—she introduced herself to me in the student union at Western Illinois University the day after she heard my band play to a crowd of about 1000 in the same building—and were married ten months later. She was 19, I was 20. The success of our relationship is the greatest accomplishment of my life, and I know I speak for her as well.
Willie and I grew up in the 1950s and early 1960s. We went to public schools in the Chicago suburbs where we learned, as we had in our respective homes, that America was the greatest country in the world; the greatest the world had ever seen, in fact. We had fought for our independence, fought to end slavery and preserve the Union, and fought to maintain freedom and democracy in the world. We were taught to be grateful for the fact that we lived in a country that despite its internal differences concerning one thing or another came together as one nation whenever the chips were down.
And then, with the debacle in Vietnam, we began to see all of that begin to unravel. That Great Unraveling has culminated, fifty years later, in the greatest political and military catastrophe the citizens of this country have ever witnessed.
Last night, Willie and I were part of a small group of people—some conservatives like us, some very liberal—who got together rather spontaneously to simply get to know one another. In the course of the evening, the conversation turned, as was inevitable, to the catastrophe we’ve seen playing out on our televisions for the past week. We all agreed that any one of us could have figured out how to exit Afghanistan without catastrophe. Any one with a functional brain, presented with the same scenario, would have known to first secure the safety of American citizens in Afghanistan; second, secure the permanent well-being of those Afghanis who had given their service to our military; third, secure and then destroy Bagram AFB; and fourth, make sure mega-billions of dollars of military equipment did not fall into the hands of the Taliban. Then, get out, but not before.
We all agreed, liberals and conservatives all, that the problem is Joe Biden. The most important presidential responsibility involves the job of Commander-in-Chief, and over the past week, Joe Biden has conclusively demonstrated that he is completely, unequivocally incompetent to perform responsibly in that job. Not only that, but in the mere seven months he has held office, he has overseen what amounts to a domestic debacle as well. Illegals are overrunning our border, making a mockery of our sovereignty. Inflation is on the brink of being out of control. Our military is more concerned with gender (including transgender) inclusivity than with protecting our national interests on the world stage. That’s the short list.
Think what you will of Donald Trump, but none of this would have happened if he had prevailed despite the fraud. Donald Trump is not a politician. His first, second, and third thoughts in any given situation are not how to advance the interests of the Republican Party, which is why so many in the GOP hate him. He is, first and foremost, a patriotic American who realizes that a strong America not only advances the interests of every free country in the world along with the interests of every people group who yearns to be free, but also the interests of every American, no matter their political bent.
Biden is not, first and foremost, a patriot. He is a Bidenite. His primary interest is and always been that of enriching himself and members of his family, a personal interest that requires that he advance the interests of the Democrat Party, no matter how anti everything America stands for those interests may be.
Seven months ago, I couldn’t stand the guy. Today, I’m sick of him; more than I was of Nixon in ’74, which I thought at the time was as sick of anyone besides my malevolent stepfather that I could ever get. Having brought about the greatest national humiliation in the history of this country, Biden has simply got to go, and his ilk—Pelosi, Schumer, and the rest of the moral degenerates, Democrat and Republican, who would sell this country down the river in a heartbeat to protect their personal fiefdoms—have got to go with him. At all costs. I may be “elderly,” but I am primed and ready to pay the cost to myself, whatever it turns out to look like. America is worth it and the whole world depends upon it.
Copyright 2021, John K. Rosemond