What’s my first real memory? It was me at age 6, sitting alone on our front room floor, listening to the radio. And what was playing? Why it was FDR, telling us that the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor. Yeah, Sunday, December 7, 1941, so I had not yet turned 7. That would be in ten days. I wonder now, whether we went off to have dinner that Sunday with GM Schmidt and the Aunties as we did on most Sundays. Likely not, but I do not actually remember anything beyond listening to that broadcast. Obviously, our world changed as of that moment. For one thing, my uncle Bill went off to fight in the War. He joined the Seabees and was then stationed in the Pacific. No one else in our family was in the War. Well, technically, I guess, my mom was, since she worked as a bookkeeper for Gibbs and Cox, a naval architecture firm located in Manhattan.
But I kept on with my usual daily activities, playing in the
streets of Manhattan and attending school at PS 82, vaguely around the
corner. And then everything changed. So,
instead of living in a depression, you know that 1930s thing, we now lived
in Wartime.
But then it all got better
when that war thing ended, right? Well, occasionally, I guess, but not
really. Hey, guess what, I’m 91 and we
have rarely seemed at peace. After WW II
(and that followed WW I) we had Korea, Vietnam, Persian Gulf, Iraq, Afghanistan,
and the list just goes on. Even, when we are not technically at war, we seem to
be at war anyways.
Oh, and then President Stupidhead, singlehandedly decides to
declare war on Iran, without technically declaring War. He can’t do that, but
he did it anyway. Just Cuz.
And we’re not alone in this war thing. I mean, look at Russia. After they finished
with Germany, I guess they decided that War was really not such a bad thing.
Kept life exciting, I guess. And look at the Indians and the Pakistanis. I mean, they became violent and threw out the
Brits, but then they decided to start shooting at each other and that went on
forever.
But really, everywhere you look, War seems to be the most
common behavior.
So, did GOD implant wars and killing into the Human
psyche? Or maybe God’s design for/of
humanity was simply so flawed that War was the inevitable outcome of humans
being alive. You know, if you want
something and can’t negotiate peacefully, then buy guns and begin shooting
people for whatever it is you want. Is that what we want our grandkids to know? When in doubt kids, begin shooting.
So, now that I’m 91 you might think life was slowing down.
You know, my beloved Carol passed on and so I should be looking/seeing peace
right? Well, some dumb asses voted for one of the stupidest humans on the
planet and that idiot seems to love War and shooting other people more than anyone
else on Earth. I mean, technically he
declared War on Iran, without ever actually Declaring War, cuz he never asked
anyone. He just did it. See, he is a total idiot-malenfant. BUT, American
Humans actually voted for him, and still support him. So, War is and always
will be just around the corner with the Trumpie. And I know, we find ourselves
saying, “yeah, but his support is really falling”. But what does that actually mean? Well, it seems to mean that 60 or more million
people still support him. See, it ain’t
30 or 40 idiots around the corner. Nope, many millions of Americans still
support and arguably would vote for him again if they could. Now that is scary for what it says about this
Land in which we all live. So, at the ripe old age of 91, my thoughts continue
to return to a 6-year old, sitting on the floor, listening to a president tell
him that we are now at War. Will it never stop? Hmmm, maybe we should elect a
woman next time. AOC, are you ready Dear Heart? Kindly step in and show us what
life could be like under the care (President) of a smart, ethical woman. Now that thought just made me smile. Yeah,
keep on thinking good thoughts Richard.
