Casting Call for Hero

Our forefathers knew hard work. Everything that was built in our modern world was done so by the men who learned how to dig trenches while artillery showered down on them day and night during WWII. They had previously learned to till the same unforgiving earth before the war in order to earn a few pennies to help feed their parents and siblings. They were balls-out, no-nonsense, and logical. They were the salt of the earth and, unfortunately, most of them have returned to the earth. The modern free world that they saved can't seem to come close to their contributions.

In the sixty years hence, subsequent generations have done everything they can to screw up what was done those long decades ago. The hippy-dippy flower brats of the sixties are now running the show and can't seem to see through the crap they smeared on the windows of their own homes. My generation has yet to find a voice, but I can't imagine it will be very insightful or loud when it finally comes. What we are left with is an unknown future, little imagination, and a murderous thief in our home that is lurking, waiting for us to turn out the lights.

Many of you may think that I am off my rocker. You may have said the same thing seven years and one day ago. It pisses me off to no end that the compassion and community that came together that day has disappeared. The horrific events that took place are already being marginalized and sugar-coated by our media and educational institutions. The blame has been put on ourselves (again), as if we were the soulless demons that terrorized the passengers and crews on those planes and flew them into the preselected targets, taking thousands more with them. I know it wasn't me, nor was there any action that this country has taken to have ever deserved such an encounter. My soul is as restless as the victims of that day.

So, here we are, seven years later, and while the media sensationalizes every little non-newsworthy story that they help create, they have toned down what happened that day, as if we will forget. I'll NEVER forget the sight of passenger jetliners flying into the World Trade Center towers, realizing that I just witnessed instantaneous death. I NEVER will forget the sight of bodies flying through the air from the heights of those buildings like the drywall particles that would rain down shortly thereafter. NEVER will I forget the creepy, solemn drive to work later that morning, with an unusual spirit between the other freeway passengers, looking at each other and knowing that though we were strangers, we were now somehow connected. I'll always remember the sounds of my neighbors the next evening, 3,000 miles away from the tragedies, gathering on our busy street, holding the American flag, with cars honking in support as they drove by.

We need to channel the souls of the brave men and women of WWII to help us with resolve and grit now, more than ever. Much like Holocaust deniers, there is a force out there trying to defeat our will and our collective memories. Our politicians over the past decades have royally fucked us over and left us to fend for ourselves with less and less to show for our efforts. They are men and women with no backbones, few ideas and have no concept of what it means to sacrifice or just survive day to day. Privilege has greeted them each day that they have risen, and they want to keep it for themselves. Instead of protecting the Constitution that they have sworn to defend, they are protecting those who attack it daily. What we need is someone to stand up for the people of THIS country, and defend the Constitution to their last drops of blood and sweat. Frankly, I can't see anyone who fits this description on the horizon. I try to be hopeful, but there comes a day when you have to accept that your condition may be terminal. I pray that I never see that day.