Having gone through the assassination of J.F.K. as a sophomore in high school my heart was broken by his death. Of course, I was a kid and quite naive concerning politics. I was told that Republicans were terrible and against everything in existence concerning the people of this country. This was acutely directed toward the poor and, in the 60’s the African-Americans. I grew up with the thought in mind that being a Democrat was morally correct and politically savvy; until the 60’s.
The 60’s brought the first vestiges of liberalism to a focus for me. With pot and acid and hippies and protests it all became a blur of for me and I was no longer seeing what I thought to be growing into as an adult. Then came Vietnam and there I went. I felt it a duty to my country and have never regretted having volunteered. The fact that I came through unscathed was a bonus. Coming home, however, was an eye opener. The disgust I started to feel towards my party only grew as it was steadily taken over by city folk from New York and L.A. That doesn’t include Jane Fonda but she didn’t help the cause for me to stay entrenched as a Democrat.
I have already written here what I saw and was privy to while in the Navy. Add tot his the fact that Nixon stopped the war and was a Republican while, unthought of by me at the time, J.F.K. started the war and L.B.J. elevated it to the point that I decided I would go to do what I could. Keep in mind that I was a patriotic American and still am.
I got married and had kids and did not want my kids to go through what I had gone through. In some ways I now regret that decision but that is water under the bridge. As a Dad, though, I watched grammar schools curriculum changing. At first it was about the truth about the Puritans but slanted toward it being the fault of them that the Indians died of disease imparted as though the Puritans meant to do this. Of course, that is nonsense as they didn’t know what a germ was. Still, the preponderance of rewriting history and calling white men dullards, louts and racists, as it has now gone to these depths of disparagement, is what originally got me thinking about my allegiance to the Democratic party. To the point that I no longer want anything to do with them.
The Democratic Party that I knew still exist. They voted for Trump. Like me they wanted nothing to do with Clinton’s back in the White House. It is a fact to stay in tune with that Hillary’s popular vote count was only due to the coastal states where I live and learned to be a Democrat. I have watched California go from the place where the dust bowl people came like my Mother to a place of immorality which is celebrated in Hollywood. The contrast is stark. I am glad that I lived to see it as I would have sworn that this change would have been impossible at the age of 21. At that age I was changing but I was also overseas and missed the acid trips and the pot and the other hallucinogens. I relate the pot thing here so don’t think I forgot what I wrote.
Today the Democratic party that I grew up knowing is where it always was, in the hard working blue collar mid-west. These coastal delegates and the new and old chairman know nothing about the Democratic party. This move sunk Democrats again and Trump will get eight years even with the BS constantly being thrown at him by the press and its lackeys in the Dem. Party. It makes me ill as I think of my parents when I consider what the coast has done to the party with the help of Progressive, nay, communist affiliations of the unknown leaders of the party. In truth, there is no other reason for the party going socialist except for the influence of the communist party. Well hidden? Yes. Obvious though? Yes.
Any how, if you are from the land between the Sierra’s and the Adirondacks, and a few sensible local people, you are most likely my kind of Democrat. The rest should go out with the garbage except that the garbage is probably to good for you. Hail Moscow!