Once they come for me, who will speak for you?

I was born in 1956, near the end, really, of the golden age after WWII. Things had been good since the end of the war, the American economy was booming, young people were able to look forward to maturing and flourishing in life in a free country where opportunity was there provided you worked hard.  The government encouraged self reliance and self-sufficiency.  I realize I sound like I am looking at life through rose colored glasses, no, I'm remembering what it was like to be young in America.

I won't get into the civil rights issue other than to say I lived through it, watching it as a young person in Detroit.  The riots of 65 were scary times, my pappa was the chief engineer at Detroit Edison and was gone from home for over three weeks, locked into the plant to keep him safe and so he and his crew could keep the power on.  But things changed (yes, they really did), and we started to see more justice and parity, back then black families were something like 70% intact, black people had functional mothers *and* fathers.  The racial divide narrowed. 

We moved east, to the south shore of Boston, a little town called Norwell.  Change came slowly there, but racially things really didn't need to change.  I had three black classmates and truly, no one paid the slightest bit of attention to color.  They were just Daryl, Dave, Annette - people I went to school with.  Oh there was the busing in Boston, I thing via Metco we got a few more black classmates in our school system, but again, no big deal, they were just people like us.  I need to move on from race here, that isn't my point.

I had several jobs starting out in printing, believe it or not, when I was 12 I worked in a local press, making play books - very illegal even then, but lots of us worked there, it was fun, and I learned early on how nice it was to have my own money in my pocket.  Worked from then on at various jobs, many in printing, but I sold lobsters too, ending up finally at the company I would work for for over 25 years, moving up through to become the business manager. 

I married young, by today's standards, but for what I thought were the right reasons.  Didn't have children until a couple years later, my first was born in 1980.  It was somewhere in those foggy child filled years (second one in 1984) that I heard pundits on the television talking about how the US was going to become a 'service economy'.  Globalism was taking off hard by then, I didn't notice it until I heard that - and I shook my head.  Service economy meant that we'd just be using 'stuff', not making it.  I couldn't understand how we were supposed to have enough jobs just by 'servicing' stuff.  What would happen to our manufacturing base.....well, we know how that went.  Point is it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that plan was flawed from the beginning.

Through this all I also observed the constraints of rules, laws and regulations starting their slow stranglehold on us.  It's crept in ever so slowly, but crept in it did, tightening ever so slowly - rather like that frog analogy, you put the frog in the pot and slowly turn up the heat.  Before the poor frog knows it he's boiled to death.  The death in this instance was of freedom.

I'm not trying to sound like a crotchety old person, I'm really not.  I'm only 62, and I still think very young, that inner nine year old girl is still very much there.  But you young people today - you have no idea what you're giving up with all of your judgement, your politically correct rhetoric, you really don't know what you've never had because things have changed.  This country's mental state has changed, for the worse.  Things are soft now.  People for the most part do not know struggle (oh, I can hear the pitchforks - spare me.  Go to any third world country where people really ARE struggling and see for yourself how good even our poor people have it).  People's lives are destroyed for having an opinion the mob doesn't like.  Really?  What has happened to freedom to be? 

So people who are my age and older, who remember what we had and know what we've lost, have wrestled power away from the anarchists that rioted in the 60s and kept up their radical ways and climbed to power via their deceit and their Rules for Radicals.  This is the last stand, people.  We are not wrong.  I'm hopeful, but the masses have been so dumbed down, they think nitwits in Hollywood are worth following rather than following the path of hard work and personal responsibility.  I'm hopeful that enough wake up and support this movement, but it's hard to tell with a totally corrupt lamestream media hammering hard to make it seem like we good people are the problem. 

I'm hopeful.  I am not the enemy of this country, but I am an enemy of the corruption of globalism that has spread across the globe.  It's not just here in the US.  It's everywhere.  Are you woke?  Join me in standing strong.  We must succeed, I really do believe we are humanity's last stand. #WWG1WGA