A day of infamy

June 17, 2025

Another in a series of observations of life as I know it.

Why would I call him? I could call and say, ‘Hi, how you doing?’ The guy doesn’t have a clue. (referring to Gov. Tim Walz, D-Minn.) He’s a mess. So I could be nice and call, but why waste time?

-the Orange Humanitarian

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Nice weekend. Do anything fun? How about that parade? Oh nevermind.

Human decency seems to have plummeted to a subzero nadir. Case in point. Politicians like Sen Mike Lee of Utah felt compelled to denigrate and dishonor the dead. He tweeted out puerile memes. How did we get to this level of indecency? Public lewdness. Incorrigible indifference. I was not a fan of George W, but in spite of his negligible IQ, he did have a simple conscience and a soul. Politics did not totally subsume his being and prevent his humanity from coming to the fore. And anyone who brings Michelle Obama mints to public occasions is alright with me.

The point is this. We have allowed public servants to shed their collective dignity in favor of a school yard bully mentality. Actually, worse. It’s gutter politics. Dirty and foul. When another person dies, especially by violence, then jokes are not only inappropriate, they are vile. A simple condolence suffices. Saying more would be disingenuous. Death by violent means is not a joke. Why make it so? Clearly it just makes Lee look like a petty fool. If that was his intended goal, well, mission accomplished. As expected, no apology was offered. Which makes him look even weaker and more abominable.

If you went to the quasi birthday/military parade, you got what you paid for. I hope you survived Washington’s famous heat and humidity. It is, in a word, abysmal. The marching soldiers looked a bit worse for wear. Their cadence was off, some wrong-footing it. I don’t blame their apparent ennui. They’d been sleeping in a DOGE-emptied office building with nary a pillow or wash cloth in sight. Boredom had overtaken the lot of them. Although I hear some went to the Smithsonian and the monuments. Afterall, that’s what visitors to our Nation’s Capital do. They sightsee. Take selfies in front of Lincoln’s statue. Sit in the shade of the cherry trees at the Tidal Basin. These are fine and noble exercises enjoyed by citizens, foreign guests as well as newly minted Americans. Washington DC is our hometown. No matter where you hale from, it is home. Sadly, it was also littered with self-aggrandizing fools. In droopy red ties and ill-fitting blue suits. Careless dumbbells who do not understand sacrifice. Duty. Honor. Country. Our troops were pawns in a parade of epic failure. So too their counterparts in Los Angeles, serving the whims of a dunce. And to what end?

The American People got the last word. Five million strong. No Kings. The Second American Revolution has begun, not at Lexington and Concord, but in every town, hamlet and city across the country. Peacefully. With grace and dignity. The bloodless shot heard ‘round the world.