And that is why I despise democrats.
My very gentlemanly unreformed_republican husband rarely brings up my stupid season, but occasionally he just can't help himself. He reminds me of things I said -- and I do remember saying them -- and I could just crawl under a rock.
There are many times I've wished my life had an "Undo" option.
If you don't feel like an idiot when you look back on your youth, then you didn't have one. ;-)
What saves me, is my parents love and God's love.
When I was a little boy, I read Auschwitz, about the NAZI extermination camp. We called them extermination camps, then; and I prefer calling them extermination camps, because "holocaust" is somebody's idea of marketing; when extermination was the business of the socialists acting in "like-minded" opposition to life and liberty.
I was just a little boy, reading that paperback book under the covers at night, with my hand-made single battery cell-powered lamp. I was afraid that this book was so terrible, surely my parents would not want me to read it. And so I would sneak it out of the bookshelf, and then later, put it back. (Of course, they must have known; I fell asleep plenty of times, with it.)
I still remember the story, though I read it sometime around 1959 - 1960, at least forty-four years ago.
My father had been in the service, during the war.
Our neighbor to the west of us had been in the Army. He fought under Bradley and then Hodges. He took a trip on the 15h reunion of his comrades and found the pillboxes he had attacked. I remember the pictures. I was disappointed. There were no Germans, no guns, no action. Merely white concrete in the middle of green fields.
Our neighbor to the west of him, was a fellow and wife who had met during the war in England. He was technical genious, and she was a mathemetician, also a genius. They worked on the development and maintenance of the computers that were used to crack the German code. Prior to that, they had met while working on the coordination of the British RADAR during the Battle of Britain. Nobody knew what they did, while they were our neighbors. I found out later.
Across the street from us, our neighbor had been in the war. Then the next neighbor and so on.
In the event of my parent's passing, our appointed guardians were veterans, Navy.
When I was a kid, World War II had just ended, as far as the newspapers were concerned; and of course, some TV.
Yet in our house, and in other homes, we remained on standby in the event of a surprise attack, because we knew that the war had not fully ended.
The dreary minds of people who lust for power and conquest, had not been defeated, when the NAZI's and the Japanese had surrendered. Instead, the socialists remained determined to complete the business for which they had first joined the Axis Powers against freedom-loving people; that is, the Russians and other socialists in uniform ("communists") were still intent on conquest.
They did not desire conquest because they hated anybody not of their own lands; intstead, they desired conquest because they were and some still are, evil in their hearts, which they cannot admit to themselves, except the few who, as you might say, "come to Jesus."
We were unsure even then, of how many millions of people Stalin had killed, and Mao had killed, and the North Koreans were killing, and Castro was planning to kill ... but it would dwarf the efficiency of the NAZI's, and it was still, extermination.
Next to the extermination camps, there were smaller camps. They were filled with young teenage girls. They were raped to death, by the thousands. Few kids these days, have ever heard of that. Go ahead; ask or children, "Have you ever wondered in all the pictures of the extermination camps, where are the girls?" They are not there. They were raped to death.
They were exterminated; their lives, aborted by un-limited government.
There were some books of my father's, and one was about U.S. Navy destroyers; stories from the war. Inside, there was a picture of a lone sailor at an exposed 5" gun mount on the bow of a ship taking a terrible beating in "the Slot" off Guadacanal in 1942. An enemy shell had traversed the ship, and it had sliced open the man's abdomen. His entrails were laid out upon the deck. He scooped them up and held them with one arm and hand, while, with the other hand, he continued to load this deck gun all by himself and fire it until his last breathe.
I was four to five years old.
Friends of my father's group, knew men who were still dying for freedom, after the war. Men being shot by the socialists, as they tried to help people who were desparate to get free from the socialists. People where shot trying to flee from the Soviets in Hungary and elsewhere.
Hundreds of thousands of Russians who were in the Western Allies control after the war, were sent home to the Soviet Union, where they were exterminated because the socialists chose to define these re-patriots as "no longer like-minded."
My father and his friends were involved in projects; they involved defeating socialists, which socialists here, in the United States, cannot bear to face --- because, in the mirror, while lecturing us about how we are the "fascists," they would see themselves.
That is why, the saying is, that there is no reflection for the devil.
Unfortunately for human desires, there is actually no middle ground in this matter. A person must choose sides. You will have to decide on which side of the battle, you will be; and sometimes, that decision will divide even your home and tear you away from some one you may love, or you may think you love.
I have, in a manner, been at war and in combat all my life, because I have had to live under quite a lot of stress, with what I learned, and how prepared that I know we must be, so as not to be surprised. In addition to my desire to struggle for my own salvation, that is, in observance of what I like to recall from some writing about the secret of George Washington's success; he said, "the straight line."
I can tell you that there is no formula yet better for your and my defense, than being prepared, maintaining resolve, and enjoying what peace we have with God's blessings.
You have the right, by God, to have a mind of your own.
Socialism's un-limited government will not provide that.
God Bless you all.