A Short Story

Choking Up

Unlike the borderline autistics today - the sociopaths and psychopaths who constitutionally have no feelings, and unfortunately are in positions of power and authority over us, and can, say, kill people, or have them killed, at the stroke of a pen, and not bat an eye over it - I can choke up over the smallest things.  Let alone the biggest.

Case in point.  

I have given a couple of donations to The Eisenhower Foundation, a nonprofit running, and now renovating, a memorial to Ike, a Presidential Library and Museum at his former home in Kansas.  It is championed by his granddaughter, Mary Jean, who, in her last letter to us donors to that worthy cause, made mention - after mention of Veternal Day coming up soonish - of a "short story" about General  Eisenhower "that will help you understand how deeply my grandfather respected his 'boys' in the military".  

It needs a little filling. to set the scene properly.  As she clarified: "(T)he 82nd Airborne was one of the units that parachuted behind enemy lines the night before D-Day.  They were sent in to prevent German reinforcements and supplies from arriving [at the soon-to-be front].  The airborne units had one of the most dangerous jobs that day, and they were crucial to the success of the invasion."  Fast forward to her story;

"It was in Chicago, and Ike had just accepted the Republican nomination for president of the United States.  The morning after the convention, [Ike] emerged from his hotel and started walking up Michigan Avenue alone… 

" He entered the Congress Hotel and headed to the ballroom where the 82nd Airborne was holding a reunion.

"As my grandfather entered the [room], he was met with rousing cheers from the men he once commanded.  Ike approached the podium and began to address the crowd.

"As he looked at the gathering of young veterans, his thoughts turned back to that night when he watched these same boys take off into the dark sky, not knowing if they would ever return.

"In that ballroom, to everyone's surprise, General Eisenhower's eyes began to swell with tears.

"My grandfather was not the type of man to wear his heart on his sleeve.  He was tough...he was a soldier.

"But the love he had for those men - and the gratitude he felt for their selfless sacrifice - was enough to bring him to tears…" 

And some of them never made it back.  Having given their all for their country...

See, Obama can't choke up over the American flag and nation for which it stands, because he doesn't have its history in his gut.  Not even from the former slaves who became proud citizens of this country, and a vital part of its history, too.  He is, simply, a foreigner in a strange land, to him.

Show him some mercy.  As we kick his butt the hell out of the office that he illegally occupies, has no right to occupy.  Oh, yes, he got a lot of votes.  But they were obtained by deceit, and chicanery - and from both sides of the political aisle, as both the Democrat and Republican Parties, dancing to the tune of their whoremasters, sold this nation down the river, by setting up a pig in a poke for the presidency.

With or without lipstick, it would smell the same.

Mary Jean went on:

"Mr. Stanfield, if only every American had such respect and appreciation for the men and women who serve in our Armed Forces."

Amen, Mary Jean.  Amen.

P.S.  Veterans Day is November 11th. Be there for them.  As they were 'there' for you.

P.P.S. As for sociopaths and psychopaths and autistics: There is a story behind that phenomenon of our time, too  But one at a time.