Recently, with the apparent nomination of Donald Trump is
the presumptive candidate for the GOP and of course his presumptive opponent
Hillary Clinton, I have come to realize that this nation for the first time in
its existence faces the very real possibility of disintegrating just as the
Roman Empire did when it was a Republic.
Among the many things that I have realized is that politics
is not about what is best for nation but what is best for the individual
candidate running for office. Donald Trump with his millions of dollars has run
a campaign that can be only compared to that of a circus, while Hillary has run
a campaign where she is willing to do anything and everything it takes to win
not only the nomination but the Presidential election. It has been said that
politics makes for strange bedfellows, from what I have seen and what I have
experienced, it shows me that politics is nothing more than who can grab the
most power and have the most control.
I don’t know who will win the election, but I do know that
my country, my nation, is at the brink of total and absolute destruction. I don’t
know how many of you will read this and pass it around if any at all, but I
want to take just a moment to tell you about my America, my nation.
I grew up in three places in my life, Alamogordo New Mexico,
which was a small town full of hope and optimism for a bright future. It was a
town where you can walk away from your home and leave the doors unlocked and be
gone for several weeks and know that when you came home everything would be in
its place and that your neighbors would look out for you and make sure that
everything went well while you were gone. It was a place for children to play
in the streets and not have to worry about gangs or gang warfare, having the
children kidnapped by sexual perverts, and parents knew where their children
were at all times because the neighbors looked out for them. And a kid could
write his tricycle from the edge of town all away to the middle of town and
have the local pharmacist come out and tell them that their mother had called
and told them to get home as quickly as possible. The second place I grew up
was Pico Rivera California, which was a little bit different but the
neighborhood was pretty much the same as Alamogordo, and the third place was
Tucson Arizona, which is where my family had come from originally. We lived out
of town in the middle of the Arizona desert, and it was here that I learned
from my grandfather about ranching, Indians, and honesty and integrity.
You have to remember that this was in the 50s 60s and 70s
and while the rest of the country was in turmoil over race issues and equal
rights, these were issues that we saw in television and did not truly affect us
in our homes, simply because race was not an issue. We live next to Mexicans, Blacks,
even Arabs, and others from different countries around the world and we were
able to get along fine because there was a certain amount of respect for each
other that for some reason just did not exist in any other part of the country.
As a youngster I firmly believed in the greatness of America
and that America could do no wrong. I was pretty naïve back in those days, and
had no real idea as to what the politicians had and were turning my country
into. It’s important for you, all of you, to understand the simplicity of that
kind of love for one’s home, one’s family, and one’s nation. It is important
for you to also understand that from that love comes greatness, a greatness
that is seen by the rest of the world. At one time America dealt with its
international neighbors on an equal basis, and with respect. That’s not to say
that we gave in, but it is to say that we were willing to debate the issues at
hand and come to a reasonable conclusions. It also meant that we would not be
threatened but at the same time we would not threaten unless it was absolutely
necessary.
As time has passed, over the years I’ve watched my country
gradually become a joke among the international community. I’ve watched several
presidents come and go but never in my life have I seen any of the same caliber
as the turkeys that are running for office now and of the turkey that is
currently in office. There will come a time when the American people finally
wake up and see what is happening, but I cannot help but wonder if that time
will come when we are being invaded by another country who wants our resources,
our land and everything that they do not have.
I’m turning into an old man now, and as each day passes I
find it more and more difficult to live the kind of life that I did when I was
25 or even 35. I pray for my country every day and hope that somehow God works
a miracle and does not let history repeat itself, for if it surely does we are,
all of us, doomed to a new dark age that surpasses anything that is ever
happened in the history of this planet. God bless all of you no matter where
you are at and what god you worship.
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