Son or Daughter,
I want to explain a little bit of what life was like right before your mother and I got married in an attempt to make you understand what daddy means when he says, “the old America.” I know it sounds like I am just rattling on and on and waxing poetic about the time when your mother and I were young. But trust me when I say, this place used to be great. Let me tell you about some of the things that we had. Things that you’ll never get to enjoy, unfortunately.
- Guns: I know you’ve seen police carrying them and pictures of our armed forces in action and I know you’ve seen daddy’s guns in the safe downstairs. But let me tell you, they used to be so much fun to shoot. What a fantastic way to defend yourself, your home and your loved ones. What happened was, during President Hillary Clinton’s first term, she decided to make guns incredibly difficult for law-abiding citizens to purchase. In fact, she even tried to ban handguns! Once the manufacturers started to lose enormous amounts of money, they either folded or downsized drastically. The ones that stayed alive started to produce weapons that only the super wealthy could afford. To make up for the loss of business the ammunition producers made their product ridiculously expensive and no one can afford to go shooting. Eventually sales were so restricted and the prices were so high that no one noticed when all of a sudden they became by and large illegal. I know that the criminals still have them and that seems unfair. But you are learning a valuable lesson. Whenever the government tells you they are acting in your own best interest; you are going to be put at a disadvantage. There are no more ranges or places to shoot. But let me tell you, it was a lot of fun.
- Free Speech: Believe it or not, there used to be a time when you could say whatever you wanted in this country. I know, I know it sounds like I’m crazy but you could. Yes, people still got angry if they disagreed and yes sometimes people said absolutely awful, hurtful things. But it was wonderful. If you wanted to purposely hurt someone’s feelings, you could. If you wanted to extol the virtues of a horrific doctrine, you could. If you wanted to discuss what dangerously out-of-whack philosophy you believed was best for the country, you could. Openly. How could that be wonderful, you ask? See, the best part about it was that because of freedom of speech you could make up your own mind about things. The dangerous wackos were easy to spot because of it. Now we don’t know who to trust or to watch. Everyone is so quiet. I hope we don’t learn a harsh lesson about how much more dangerous silence can be than words, but I suspect that we probably will.
- Christianity: This was one of my favorites. I know we still have it but did you know, back when your mother and I were younger, people weren’t afraid to talk about it? You could announce proudly that you had just come from Mass and not worry about being asked to leave whatever building or public space you were in because you were making people uncomfortable. It was a wonderful time. Much like everything else, there were people who were obnoxious about it. Some people even used it to make money and fly in the face of everything that Jes… whoops, I almost said His name, sorry again, his name taught us not to do. But much like free speech, it allowed us to examine who was honest and truthful in their efforts and who was just out to make a buck. I know you’ve read a lot about Christianity in your Crimes of Western Civilization class but I tell you this; the Crusades and the KKK do not define Christianity. Love and charity and the feeling we used to get when we were allowed to openly thank God in public for blessings defined it. Don’t believe every professor you have. They grew up listening to Nirvana, just like me.
So now, you may be asking; what happened? Why didn’t your generation try to stop it?
We tried. Desperately. We had the perfect opportunity to solidify a future for you where you’d be able to enjoy all of the things you’re missing out on. Unfortunately, there was an election where people let their emotions get the better of them. They bought into populism and in a moment of reckless abandon chose to let the lunatics run the asylum. Because people are by and large weak, those who continued to fight dropped by the wayside and one by one joined the crowd. This could have all been forgiven. However, it became unforgivable when the crowd grew larger and their fervor grew more intense, all in the face of the fact that their candidate and their pseudo-revolution was doomed to fail. All of the data at the time pointed to a landslide against the crowd and their master. Still, they pushed on. What they chose not to see was the future; a complete collapse of the check and balance that a two-party or two ideology system of government provides. They couldn’t fathom the fallout of a loss, so they denied its possibility. Once they were soundly beaten, like all proud and overly confident vanquished people, they were punished by the victors. Their revolution was labeled as the high water mark for the conservative movement. After such a rise, their defeat could be nothing less than complete and lasting. The funny thing about it was that it had nothing to do with conservatism. And now we have the world we have today. And I’m sorry.
But trust me when I say; we tried to fight against the crowd. We really did.