Appeasement and a Lack of Accountability in Ferguson and Beyond

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As many of us did, I listened today to the “morning-after” coverage of last night’s Ferguson announcement and the resulting riots as so-called victimized activists burned businesses and property, primarily minority-owned businesses and property, to the ground.  In addition to wondering just how and why people protest by igniting their homes in flames, I found it amazing, as I hope many of us did, as representatives of Ferguson — and cities that hosted their own sympathy riots — boasted proudly that so few arrests were made on this first and incendiary night.  Not a phenomenon worthy of pride, folks!  And certainly nothing to brag about.

Floods of arrests should have been the upshot of that behavior, that destruction, last night.  The fact that so few occurred, and that morning-after quarterbacks are proud of that….what have we become?  And what are we teaching our children?  Even a 5-year-old can recognize that a lack of arrests was not because the protests were peaceful.  And I’d venture to say that even a 5-year-old can recognize appeasement when he or she sees it.

Spoiled Children Become Spoiled Presidents

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I’m thinking Barack Obama must have gotten away with some pretty pathetic behavior when he was a kid.  Now, we know he had some issues, what with being raised by 60s “activists,” failing to show up at class in both high school and college (he has gleefully admitted that himself), being abandoned by his so-called dad at a very young age, etc., and I’m thinking that along the way he was both indulged and excused by those raising him when he failed to behave in a responsible manner.

Just look at what we’re dealing with today in the wake of the president’s oh-so-glorious pronouncement last night.  Almost two weeks ago he was a dealt a stunning blow to his delicate ego.  As leader of his party and god-like entity to his media lapdogs, he hit the campaign trail for democrats, proclaiming that though he was not on the ballot, his policies were there for all to laud.  Well, the voters did not care to laud him, his policies or his fellow dems, and all were crushed at the polls.  The result?  An infuriated president who would, like a villain in a superhero movie, exact his revenge on those who failed to honor and obey him.

Last night he took the first step in avenging his ego, throwing open the floodgates of our nation’s sovereign borders and welcoming those who have broken some of our most sacred laws to reap the bountiful gifts they “deserve” from law-abiding, tax-paying Americans who need to be brought down from their exalted positions.  Then, today, he ignored all those pesky arguments about national security and let loose more prisoners from Guantanamo, despite others so released, who have returned to their terrorist activities.  And this, my friends, is only the beginning of this punishment to which he will subject us, perhaps believing that just as no one — mom, grandma, whoever — stopped him before, no one will stop him now either.  We would all be so better off if only mom, grandma, whoever, had given him a time-out or two during his formative years — and even made him get a job flipping burgers as a teenager so he might gain an appreciation of what it means to work for a living.  Oh, well.  Too late for that, but let’s hope it’s not too late for us.

Death of a Nation

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Tonight, in the spirit of the howling, frothing medieval mob gathered in the yard at the Tower of London, we witnessed the public execution of the United States Constitution.  For years now, this entity, unique to all the world, has been tortured, flayed, starved and torn, pelted with blood, shredded by claws, and now, it meets an end from which no one who could, no one assigned the duty, had the courage to rescue it.

That so many — not a majority, mind you, but far too many — tonight are cheering its end, that is a phenomenon that those of us who still believe in the last great hope and the miraculous meeting of minds and hearts that led to its founding in the midst of a tyrannical world centuries ago will never, ever, understand.  With only our memories of liberty, we watch from the sidelines as the mob surges forward to kiss the ring of the executioner, to weep upon his feet and vow once more in those tears of rapture, to obey and succumb to whatever he asks.  He nods.  They bow.  Medieval.

Perhaps tomorrow those who do embody the word “American,” those mourning, not cheering tonight, perhaps tomorrow we can rally as those Americans who came before us did at Valley Forge; at Fredericksburg, Shiloh, and Gettysburg; in the trenches on the Western Front and the jungles of Vietnam; at Pearl Harbor, Bastogne and Normandy Beach; and at Ground Zero.  But tonight, no.  Tonight, Shakespeare.  “Good night, sweet Prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

Coming Home to GrizzlyMom

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When I first started this site however many summers ago it was now, I never dreamed that I would be spending so much time, so much rage, so many words, writing about the man currently occupying the White House.  That was not the intent, but he, and those who have enabled him for all these years, left me choice.

Then, in November of 2012, my country — well, half my country — disappointed me as never before, when they again granted this man permission to crush our Constitution, our liberties, our families, our history, and our common sense.  I needed to take a break.

GrizzlyMom readers asked if I had quit.  No, never.  I still seethed, still composed, as did we all, as scandal after scandal, weakness after weakness, lie after lie, insanity after insanity continued to emerge, to the point where so many of us (more than half I’d venture to say now) don’t even recognize our great nation anymore.  And now, as we stand on this unrecognizable precipice,  I have decided it’s time to come home to GrizzlyMom.

I have no idea what awaits our nation in the next two years.  I expect the worst as we see a president, more distant and desperate than ever, using our military as his own private band of toy soldiers (or, as some in the military have said, his private taxi service); a Congress running amok, rabid to feed their own egos and coffers without thought of Constitutionally mandated checks and balances; politically correct divisive nonsense spinning around us like a hurricane; and terrorists waking suddently to a world of opportunity about which they could previously only dream.  Now back, I plan to keep my posts short and newsy, focused, as I originally intended on the need for Americans to reclaim their strength, their voices, and their liberties in the spirit of “protecting home, family, cubs and country.”  I hope you’ll join me.