Another Day of Loss for America

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Tonight Americans will hug their children and loved ones as they pray and weep for those other Americans, who tonight, in the wake of the violent fury of a sick and deranged soul in a small idyllic Connecticut town, no longer have their children, their loved ones, to hug.

I imagine tonight those families in Connecticut who this morning kissed and hugged their children, their loved ones, and wished them a good Friday at school.  And I imagine those families tonight, praying that somehow they will be able to heal, to find peace, to survive, as people they love will never come home again.

I will never forget the stories of heroism or the images that have emerged from this day.  And I will be haunted for the rest of my life by the story of a first-grade teacher at the school, who, upon hearing the first sounds of carnage from a neighboring class, herded her students into a bathroom, her young students crying that they didn’t want to die.  They just wanted it to be Christmas.  God bless them, as well as those who tonight are no longer with us.  God bless all who this tragedy has touched, and may they know that they are are tonight, and many nights to come, in the thoughts and prayers of America.



Guest Post: Abandoned by My Academic Wolf Pack

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in the wake of election day 2012, a GrizzlyMom reader asked if she could post an entry to this site regarding her own thoughts on the election and its consequences.  It is now with great pleasure that I present this heartfelt piece from this young woman (whose name has been changed to protect her from those leftists who make it their life’s work to silence the free expression of their opposition).

Abandoned by My Acadamic Wolf Pack

By Sobree Kay

The wolf is an amazing animal, but it is this supreme predator’s pack structure that has drawn people’s fascination and admiration for so many years.  What’s rather remarkable about the wolf pack is that it reflects the, dare I say it, traditional nuclear family quite accurately.  The pack is led by the mating pair, while their offspring, and perhaps an adopted younger wolf, plus an aunt or uncle or two, make up the rest of the members of the pack.  Usually, when the pups reach young adulthood, they go out on their own to find their own life’s mates and to stake out territories of their own.  If one runs into problems along the way, the lone wolf can return to its original pack, its family, until it is able to go out on its own and try again.

As a recent graduate of the University of Nevada, Reno, I can’t help but feel abandoned by my beloved academic Wolf Pack.  Voters aged 18 to 29 made up 19% of the electorate, and a total of 60% of those voters helped to reelect President Obama on November 6th.  In doing so, they stunted our futures in an already suffering society, where joblessness and “moving back home” is now the norm for our generation.

As a part of the now dubbed “Boomerang Generation” (also known, now quite appropriately, as the “Lost Generation”), I am experiencing what the majority of people my age are facing: bleak futures, mountains of debt, and very little of the opportunity that originally made this country what it is.  It took me almost three years after graduating with a Bachelor’s degree to find a job, where I am underpaid and working in a field unrelated to my education.  The fact is that my current position has traditionally been held by high school graduates with little to no higher education.  Was this what I spent years studying for and working toward in college?  I would have been better off looking for a job right out of high school, rather than wasting my time and accruing an enormous amount of student loan debt.

While I am grateful to my own family pack for embracing me once again with open arms, living back in the home of my childhood was not where I had imaged myself by the time I reached my mid-twenties.  This is the reality that other young adult Wolf Pack members will have to come to terms with upon their graduation this winter .  Congratulations to the students with the Hope-Hole bumper stickers plastered on the backs of their cars.  You voted for the guy, now let’s see you find a decent career-type job by this spring.  And don’t come crying to me, or anyone else, when you can’t.