Alexis de Tocqueville Updated (via YouTube and TicToc)

 

In 1835 Alexis de Tocqueville published the first of two volumes of what many consider to be a seminal work of political and sociological analysis, Democracy in America.

Sent by the French government in 1831 to analyze the American prison system, Tocqueville and his colleague Gustave de Beaumont used the mission as a pretext to study America as a whole. Tocqueville described American society with all its warts as well as its entrepreneurial and relatively egalitarian culture. While certainly not a book of high praise, it is undoubtedly a clear look at what America was in the early 19^th Century that today is considered a classic.

Fast forward 195 years and it occurs to me that we are seeing a familiar and similar analysis play out on the very modern instruments of YouTube and TicToc. Coming to America to watch their countries' soccer teams play in the World Cup, tourists from 64 nations have invaded America's shores. And they have been stunned by what they have seen and experienced. 

English soccer fans are being amazed by Texas barbecue. Watching them bite into a rib and seeing their eyes expand into saucer shapes and saying words such as “incredible” are fun. Norwegians who have been amazed by Waffle House's service, food, food portions, and reasonable prices. They are amazed that after anticipating needing $100 for the three of them to eat, receiving more food than they can eat, and walking out with $70 still in there pockets. The Frenchman amazed at free drink refills. Germans amazed at 60 fuel pumps, freshly-cooked brisket, walls of jerky, and souvenirs at Buc-ees. They exclaim that it isn't a gas station, it's a mall. Something many Southerners know and understand completely. 

  Seattle Times 

German fans who were amazed by the Americans, who seeing that they were apparently stranded in Boston, offering the foreign strangers a free ride to their hotel. The South African stunned at watching women walk unafraid through a local park, and the total lack of walls, lights, and barbed wire around middle-class homes. The French being stunned by the overt patriotism at a game where the American team wasn't even playing. They watch red, white, blue smoke roll from the stadium roof and US Air Force jets fly overhead. And all their amazement at America's 250^th Independence Day celebrations and all the flags hanging from homes everywhere. The amazement in the face of an Australian tasting Chic-fil-A for the first time. It's just fast food, isn't it?

 Daily Mail

These are things all Americans take for granted.

Certainly, these videos lack the objectivity and underlying criticism of Tocqueville. But, at the same time it has become clear that these foreign soccer fans realize that the picture of America that has been fed to them by mass media has been mostly a lie. Many now understand why so many will risk their lives and their fortunes to come to America. Many have said that they would like to stay. They love the American heart, the kindness, the can-do attitude, and the freedom.

Certainly, America has its faults. All places and people do. But, the kindness, culture, wealth, and welcoming attitudes of Americans who embrace all that is right are here are on full display. It is who the majority of us are.

So, by all accounts, the World Cup will absolutely be a sports success and perhaps even a financial one. But, it is on the way to being, perhaps, a surprising cultural success anticipated by absolutely no one just a couple of months ago. The real success, though, is experiencing America through eyes of foreigners who were skeptical of their safety and the welcome they would receive when they left their homes. It reinforces the America half of its citizens love and believe in. And hopefully, it will help the other half to see what an incredible and amazing nation they actually live in.

Patriots & Victims

I served in the in the US Army for nearly 29 years. I served as an Active Duty soldier for nine years-and-a-day, and then in the Army Reserves for a bit over two years, before finally ending up with the South Carolina Army National Guard (aka "SCARNG") for over 17 years. 

In those 28-plus years I had some interesting assignments and met some amazing and incredible people. Today, I want to talk about one those amazing people, a man I'll call Abdulla. I cannot know his status today, so I don't want to place him in a position of danger. You'll soon see why.

In 2004 I was sent to a school to train on the AH-64D Apache at Cecil Field, outside Jacksonville, Florida. A former Naval Air Station, the base had been turned over to civilian authority and a contractor had bid on the contract to train National Guard personnel on the "D Model." The 1st Battalion (Attack), 151st Aviation Regiment (aka "1/151 Aviation" or to the personnel of the unit "the battalion") was to be reequipped with the AH-64D and we had a group their to learn the finer points of a far more advanced helicopter. While there a VIP group came through that included the recently retired Army Aviation Branch Sergeant Major Edward P. Iannone, Jr., whom I had met just months before. He was then working for the Army Aviation & Missile Command, or "AMCOM." We struck up a conversation and I mentioned why we were at the school. Cryptically, he told me that those new, more advanced aircraft may be delayed.

Right after our group returned from Florida, 1/151 Aviation received warning orders to prepare for deployment to Iraq. Which we did. In Summer 2004, we moved to Ft. Bragg, NC, for training and soon were loading up for deployment to Iraq. In the meantime our commander had somehow finagled a favor and was able to have 14 of our 16 AH-64A helicopters painted into two-tone gray by the US Marines. It was absolutely scandalous in the eyes of the US Army, but the US Army was able to do nothing about it if it wanted the battalion in Iraq! And we deployed with gray aircraft. It was a highly successful experiment, so therefore it was rejected by the US Army.

Interestingly, while we chose the call sign "Ghostrider," the same used by no less than two other units in-theater, the insurgency would call us the Blue Dragons. It referenced the occasional appearance of the gray helicopters that would appear in a bluish tint in the right light. Our commander refused to adopt it. 

We arrived in Kuwait where we unloaded the ships that had our equipment aboard and moved to the forward base in the Kuwaiti desert called Camp Buehring. I was assigned to the advance party and in early October we arrived at Qayyarrah West Airbase in northern Iraq to prepare the transition from the 10th Mountain Division's OH-58D Kiowa Warriors. Once the crown jewel of the Iraqi Air Force and called Saddam Air Base, the base had been essentially decimated by coalition forces during Desert Shield and Desert Storm, as well as Operation Iraqi Freedom. American forces had occupied it and termed it "Q-West" which was universally spoken as "Key West."

And it was here that I met Abdulla. 

I was assigned by my battalion commander as the liaison for our local Iraqi workers. They were hired through a local Iraqi contractor who provided the US forces on the base with laborers who would handle minor repairs and maintenance efforts to keep the infrastructure that was slowly being repaired in working order. I would take a HMMWV (High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle which is universally known as the "Humvee") and head to the main gate every morning to pick up "our" workers, who had spent a great deal of time avoiding the gaze of local insurgents on the way to work.

I learned much from them. After signing them in, I would distribute them to the battalion's individual company areas. The D Company contingent, which was my company, had five workers. They had a small building from which to work and I was immediately invited inside where tea was brewed and we discussed the days tasking and other "important" things. They were able to teach me enough Arabic that I was nearly conversational within five months, surprising myself greatly! And I helped them to improve their English. 

Abdulla was the "straw boss" and clearly the senior member of the five. He and Ali (also not his name) carried themselves in a manner that reminded me of soldiers, which I would soon find our was a correct assumption. Ali had been a sergeant in the Iraqi Army. Abdulla was a retired infantry Sergeant Major, or likely referred to by their Anglophile army as a Warrant Officer 1 in that day. This meant Abdulla was the senior enlisted man in a battalion, with three companies of likely around 150-200 troops each.

During our time in Iraq we were engaged in Operation Iraqi Freedom III (OIFIII). During this time Al Qaeda and other groups had decided to take on the US and the nascent Iraqi National Guard across Iraq. The ING had been reconstituted from the Iraqi Army and was being trained by coalition forces. While it had many good soldiers, their loyalty to the new regime was questionable and their training was not complete. This led the insurgents to attempt the takeover of the northern, non-Kurdish portion of the country. This included Mosul and the smaller town of Tal Afar. The insurgents were rightly afraid of the Kurdish militia known as Peshmerga and stayed away from most of the country east of Mosul. They were, though, killing and intimidating anyone they could reasonably identify as working with, for, or doing business with the coalition. Beheading and public displays were the preferred methods.

I grew to respect Abdulla. He was direct and honest. He was also a patriot. I would later discover that he had a tattoo of the Iraqi Army crest on his forearm. There's no doubt he had fought the Iranians during the Iran-Iraq War. I felt real sorrow for him and Iraq. One morning during tea I could see he was agitated. During our conversation between the six of us one morning, Abdulla looked coldly and determinedly at me and startled me by saying, "You Americans just need to nuke the whole country of Iraq and start over."

I replied by saying that it would mean the death of him and his family. He didn't blink. "I know."

It was later that I learned of the tattoo. He always wore long-sleeved shirts. I had assumed that he did it due to the work we had hired him to do. But, the sleeves were there to hide the tattoo that was no longer on his arm. There was still some ink on the edges of a large scar where the tattoo had once been.

Abdulla was in charge of an infantry unit during the invasion of Kuwait by Iraq, and the subsequent defense of Iraq's new 13th province. They were literally on the Kuwait-Saudi border looking at the forces arrayed against them after their conquest and the subsequent build-up of the allies of strange bedfellows who were lining up against Iraq. Abdulla's soldiers had worked steadily and efficiently to build bunkers and fighting positions that were planned and placed in such a way as to funnel allied armor and troops into kill zones of minefields and intense crossfire. It didn't work. The initial aerial Operation Desert Shield was soon pounding their carefully crafted defenses into dust and splinters. Abdulla did everything in his ability to keep his troops ready for the upcoming battle. But, they mutinied. They seized him and, taking a heated piece of metal, scorched the tattoo off his arm.

I still wonder how Abdulla, Ali, and the other four men I met and shared tea with are doing today. I hope for them a stable and prosperous Iraq devoid of mad strongmen and the gross corruption it entailed. Maybe someday, we can meet again, and sit for some tea.

The Liars, Cheats, and Thieves the V.A. Believe They Serve

I am a veteran. I spent almost thirty years in service to the United States of America, willing to give my life, my health, and my service to my nation. I retired after having served on active duty, as a reservist, and in the National Guard. And while I was being recruited I was assured that the military takes care of its own. If I were to retire I would never have to worry about health care or destitution. I would be rewarded for my loyal service.

I retired with an honorable discharge, a stack of medals and ribbons, and a series of injuries mostly emanating from that service (from back issues, a torn knee ligament, broken noses, to exposure to burn pits and tuberculosis).

Today, I receive my health care from the Department of Veterans Affairs, or “V.A.”. So did my father. So does my brother. The three of us retired. And now, my mother does, also. She served in the Women's Army Corps, aka “The WACS.”

Now allow me to digress for a moment. What most Americans and many service members don't understand is that the V.A. has two 'divisions.' One is exclusively health care. The other is the bureaucracy that determines service members' disabilities, and their actual eligibility for these earned benefits. The system is archaic and incredibly bureaucratic. It takes many veterans years of applications, examinations, submissions, and appeals just to be recognized as even somewhat disabled. Many veterans could be technically labeled as 200% disabled (the max is 100%). But just getting the minimum for benefits (30%) can be an utter nightmare. I know a man who was severely injured and was medically discharged. He's in a wheelchair, but struggled to get even a 10% disability initially.

The health care side has had its moments of shame, also. We've all heard of secret wait lists where not a few veterans died while waiting for the most basis lifesaving care. It was not pretty. So far, though, they have done a decent job of caring for me. My hip replacement was well done. (I like to joke about being a cyborg now.) And my CPAP machine has helped me (as well as my long-suffering wife who endured years of my loud snoring) to sleep more comfortably and through the night for over five years.

Nevertheless, the greatest and most connective issue with both these sides of the V.A. is the apparent, though vehemently denied by V.A. employees, attitude that all us veterans are grifters, liars, thieves, and scam artists just waiting to con the system to get better disability pay and better benefits. I personally have gotten into heated discussions with V.A. employees who steadfastly claim there is no bias against the very people they are employed to care for.

BUT, if this were the case, why would every major veterans' organization in the nation train, direct, and have on hand thousands of Veterans Service officers whose only duty is to guide veterans through the quagmire and bureaucratic maze of applying for benefits we have all EARNED? This includes the American Legion, Veterans of Foreign Wars, Disabled American Veterans, and many others. Why are there so many lawyers who do the same thing for a fee? Why do many states have their own veterans affairs offices whose mission is to get their citizen veterans the benefits they deserve?

It took me nearly a decade to get a disability rating despite severe and nearly debilitating back pain, and a deviated septum from two broken noses, my knee injury, tinnitus, and exposure to TB. The last two aren't covered despite them being caused by service duty. I went to doctors, clinics, chiropractors, acupuncturists, and therapeutic massage, much of it paid out-of-pocket, to prove the injuries were real.

Then, I was to have an examination at the V.A and was told that I would be required to have a driver to drop me off and pick me after the appointment. So, I arranged to have my son drop me off. He would then pick me up after I called him. I went to check in and was told they would need the signature of the driver. I told them he had left to perform some errands (he had arranged my issues around them), and I would sign.

No, I was told. My son had to sign.

I was stunned. They would take the signature of someone with no military or V.A. ID, but refused to trust the soldier standing before them? I became irate once it dawned on me that they didn't trust one of the veterans they are SUPPOSED to help and support. BUT, they would trust the word of someone off the street they had no record of. I was even escorted to the clinic in the facility by armed security! Unbelievable! That is when it dawned on me that they actually DO believe we're all lying scum who can't be trusted. The very people who have sworn to give their lives for this country!

Now, I have been using my CPAP for five-and-a-half years. I clean and maintain it. And I have even ordered a part three years ago as per the instructions given to me when it was issued. After half-a-decade parts are wearing. I need new ones. So, I contacted the V.A. with a detailed list for replacement. I got a reply to send detailed shipping information. THEN, I got a message that my primary provider had to send the request, despite my having contacted the provider and being told everything was good!

So, again. I run into the clear and obvious belief that somehow, after nearly thirty years of service, an Honorable Discharge, and a record in the V.A. system showing that I have a CPAP provided by them, I'm STILL not trustworthy.

If only getting V.A. benefits and support were as easy as getting funding for welfare or immigrant day cares.

King and Kirk: America's Next Moment?

On April 4, 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated at the age of 39. King left behind a wife and three children. He was and still is an American social and political icon of the highest order.

 

A Baptist minister, for years he led protests for racial equality and civil rights using nonviolent resistance and civil disobedience, led marches for the right for all adult Americans to vote, for desegregation, and equal labor rights. He led marches on Washington, DC, and two of three Selma-to-Montgomery civil rights marches. He was the first president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, which became and still is a major civil rights organization. And he was under heavy surveillance by the federal government under Presidents Johnson and Nixon. FBI agents investigated him. King was vilified by the press.

 

And King was long opposed to American involvement in the Vietnam War.

 

Then he was removed from the equation when a lone rifleman at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee assassinated him, though there are still questions as to whether that man was James Earl Ray.

 

In 1977, King was posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

 

I will argue that King's death was the single most significant assassination of any American who was not a politician. He had thousands, if not millions, of friends and followers. But, he never ran for political office, though he was a registered Republican. Since his death, his name has been and is invoked by politicians and leaders of every sort for far too many positions, reasons, and movements.

 

Then, fifty-seven years later on September 10, 2025, Charles James “Charlie” Kirk was assassinated at the age of 31. He left behind a wife and two children. He was an American social and political icon of the highest order.

 

For years he held events for equal rights that opposed racist DEI policies, as well as other issues. His signature event were open-air lectures and question-and-answer sessions on US college campuses. These open-air events were necessitated by college leaders intentionally placing his events in classrooms and auditoriums that were far too small to hold the crowds who showed up to hear him speak. He founded Turning Point USA at the age of 18, also known as “TPUSA”, a conservative youth and student movement that's mission is to counteract the leftist indoctrination so prevalent in American schools and universities today. TPUSA, as well as hundreds of other conservative organizations, was placed under heavy surveillance by the federal government under Presidents Obama and Biden. Kirk was also vilified by the mainstream media.

 

Also a staunch Christian, Kirk was long opposed to American involvement in foreign wars, railing against American involvement with Iran, Russia, and others.

 

Then he was removed from the equation when a lone rifleman at Utah Valley University in Orem, Utah assassinated him. I'm sure there will be questions as to was the actual shooter for decades to come.

 

Kirk will also be posthumously awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

 

I will argue that Kirk's assassination is the current generation's Martin Luther King, Jr. moment. And like King, Charlie Kirk was not a politician. He never ran for political office, though like King, he too was a registered Republican. And he has thousands, if not millions, of friends and followers.

 

The assassination of Charlie Kirk, like that of Martin Luther King, Jr. for the Left, will likely solidify American conservatives and will arguably bring into that fold millions of others who were indifferent or doubtful of the motives and intentions of Kirk and his supporters, and those of his opponents. This could be for America a watershed moment the likes of which hasn't been seen in nearly six decades. The death of this man, who was not a politician, could lead to vast changes in the landscape of American society and politics.

 

And like the death of King, this is likely not what the assassin intended.

Adulting 101? Seriously?

So here we are.

No this is not a joke or a story produced by The Onion or The Babylon Bee.

The Greatest Generation have now produced grandchildren so inept that universities are launching “adulting” classes. This is what you get when government attempts to do the right thing. Generations of people who can't read, write intelligent sentences, or think critically.

The Daily Mail reports that Toronto Metropolitan University in Canada has launched 'Adulting 101' for “students who can't perform the most basic life tasks like changing a tire, buying groceries or doing laundry.” (See below)

This news was preceded by a New York Post story that the preeminent university in all the land, Harvard, has launched a new remedial math course. Called Math MA it is one year long, meets five days a week compared with the regular two days, and likely doesn't carry any graduation credits. Remedial math at Harvard.

Is anyone surprised? I'm not the least bit surprised by any of this. Seriously.

Our children, a daughter and a son, are now in their thirties. During their years at home in a traditional, Western, nuclear family, they were taught basic, common sense tasks such as doing laundry, cooking, cleaning, wiping after going to the bathroom, bed-making, basic carpentry and home repairs, and simple automotive repairs and servicing. Both kids rolled their eyes at doing some of these things. My greatest failure in this endeavor was my inability to teach our daughter how to drive a standard transmission car. I had taught my wife, and I taught my son. One failure I have to accept. I'll teach my daughter's daughter!

But, that failure is but a shadow in my wife's and my efforts to give our offspring basic life skills. Overall we succeeded.

And this was no better demonstrated to me, and starkly so the failures of the generation in which they were raised in, than one Autumn 2006 day when we received a phone call from our daughter. She was then in her freshman year at college.

A home football game was played the night before. That meant the vast majority of people on campus were at the stadium which cleared the way for a group of local teenagers to stroll through campus slashing the tires of over three dozen cars. Our daughter's car was one of those cars. She called home to see if I had a lead on an honest tire merchant in the small town where the college is located. I did, and she got a good deal on a new tire.

Happily, though, through my efforts at basic, common sense instruction, she pulled out her car jack and lug wrench and changed the damaged tire on her car with the spare. She then found herself doing the same for three classmate boys who were clueless in changing a tire. THAT was nineteen years ago. And while they may have been eighteen, they were still boys. A man knows how to change a tire.

But, how could I have possibly seen the harbinger of things to come back then. Now these universities and colleges are making money by charging for “adulting” classes. But perhaps I should have. I went back to college during the time my daughter was at hers. I went to Limestone College, a venerable liberal arts school founded in 1848, at a branch campus they had opened near our home. One of the required courses was a one-credit-hour class on – and I kid you not – the course catalog. THE COURSE CATALOG! Limestone was the fourth school of higher learning that I had attended. (Yes, it took me 31 years to get my bachelors degree).

I questioned the requirement and was told that it was now required by the accreditation authorities. I threw up my hands and passed the course with a 4.0. Sadly, Limestone College closed the doors a month ago after 177 years. Maybe the course catalog had a role.

The United States for years had the finest education system in the world. It is now dead last among modern, industrialized nations. It's frightening to believe that it's happening in Canada, too.

The great Thomas Sowell has been speaking and warning of the consequences of the things happening in the education, social, and government systems for the past 40 years. The real question today is how do we fix it? The 'radicalism' of the fix is likely more than the populace believes it can bear. I'm hopeful, but realistic. I'm frightened for the US, the West, and the planet as a whole.

And I can't really come up with a decent ending or summation for this particular blog entry. Make one up of your own.

 

Additional reading:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-14754261/university-launches-adulting-101-course-teach-basic-life-skills-canada.html

https://nypost.com/2025/04/05/opinion/harvard-univ-the-ivy-league-teaching-remedial-math/

FEMA Requires a Mercy Killing

The Trump Administration has come into its second term with a full and complete understanding of how broken the system is. We have all witnessed the weaponization of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), the Department of Justice (DOJ), and the gross mismanagement of many other agencies. And this includes what may be considered the poster child of a broken bureaucracy – the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA). Trump's push to dismantle FEMA says perhaps more on the Trump administration's views on the role of the federal government, specifically its role in helping states respond to natural disasters, than any other.

FEMA is an agency within the Department of Homeland Security. President Jimmy Carter created the agency by two Executive Orders on April 1, 1979. The agency's original and primary purpose was to coordinate the response to disasters in the country, specifically those that overwhelmed local and state authorities.

FEMA's unraveling began to show after Hurricane Katrina hit the western Gulf Coast, devastating southern Louisiana and nearly wiping out coastal Mississippi. Over 1300 people died and over 600 remain missing. Biloxi today looks nothing like it did prior to the hurricane. And many of those deaths happened AFTER the arrival of FEMA!

Charities from across the country like the Red Cross, America's Second Harvest, Amateur Radio Emergency Service, the Southern Baptist Convention, the Salvation Army, Oxfam, Common Ground Collective, Burners Without Borders, Emergency Communities, Habitat for Humanity, Catholic Charities, Direct Relief, Service International, A River of Hope, the Mormons, and many others religious and secular provided aid and relief. $4.25 billion in donations was raised from the American public. But, those relief organizations were not allowed into New Orleans proper for several days after the storm because of safety concerns. They were all ready within hours – not days or weeks. Nevertheless, some smaller organizations and individuals ignored the blockade and provided some early and desperately needed relief. Two privately chartered planes from FasterCures evacuated 200 patients from Charity Hospital in New Orleans, which was severely damaged and suffering from power issues.

FEMA was supposed to be coordinating all of it. It's there mandate and their job. And despite pre-positioning of equipment and personnel, they took over a week to begin. Who can't recall the images of thousands of people attempting to survive in the Louisiana Superdome? And don't forget the thousands of unused 'FEMA trailers' sitting in fields post-Katrina. Much of that inventory was eventually sold off unused at government auctions for pennies on the dollar. FEMA's director would resign due to FEMA's corporate incompetence after that fiasco two decades ago. It clearly hasn't gotten any better.

Today, FEMA is a bloated, inefficient, plodding agency whose effectiveness has dropped exponentially as the agency has grown. I was in western North Carolina the week after Hurricane Helene roared through. In that area west of Asheville along the Pigeon River FEMA was nowhere to be seen until the last days of Week 2. And they were clearly NOT managing, but rather controlling things - or attempting to do so.

President Trump realizes that any federal agency will do all it can to expand and increase its mission (i.e. “mission creep”) in order to justify its existence and to build its bureaucratic power. FEMA’s original mission is in its name - Federal Emergency MANAGEMENT Agency. It was supposed to be a management organization whose job it was to coordinate emergency services after major disasters and events. It was to be a clearinghouse to ensure a minimum of overlap and to make sure that resources from local, regional, state, national, and private agencies and groups are used in the most effective manner. Instead, they have become a provider of services. But, they sadly don't do it very well and end up wasting federal tax dollars or worse causing the waste of privately donated funds.

FEMA has outgrown its mandate and its usefulness has atrophied. Whether it is thousands of unused ‘FEMA trailers’ or giant ‘FEMA camps’ for its workforce to live comfortably in North Carolina while local disaster victims struggle to live in flimsy tents with no running water as winter came on, FEMA has become an example of what is worst in the Federal government. And local and state governments have seen the problem. They have set up their own agencies who do things far better. And they do.

Trump understands this. And unlike federal bureaucrats, Washington swamp-rat politicians, and previous presidents, Trump is determined to eliminate the massive waste and inefficiency that is the heart of the US government.

FEMA’s time is over. And it has been for twenty years.

The Prom and Regret

 I'm getting older.

I went to high school in the 1970s. It was a time and place where we parked our pick-up trucks in the school parking lot with a gun rack in the back window with two long guns cradled in it. We had things like corporal punishment and parents who spanked you even after you got paddled by the teacher at school in the class room in front of all your classmates. The times were clearly different, but even so we still had to deal with mean girls and bullies, ugly pranks and general teenage stupidity. Just like today.

In my high school there was a certain girl who was not all that attractive. She was one of many, but for whatever reason she seemed to get targeted a bit more than most. She was smart and talented, but she did little to improve her standing due to her clear social clumsiness. She had a group of friends, though, and seemed to do well nevertheless.

Then, despite her social flaws and unattractiveness, a classmate invited her to the Junior-Senior Prom. Understandably, she was very excited. This was the school's social event of the year, as it is most everywhere in the US.

Of course, like most every girl, she went out and bought a beautiful dress for the occasion. She got her hair done. She put on her make up very tastefully, and got ready for the big evening.

The day of the prom arrived. The excitement at school was palpable. Then, her date informed her that his car had broken down and he would be unable to pick her up to take her to the prom. He would meet her there, he said. And she was dropped off at the venue by her parents, and she waited. But, her “date” never showed up. She obviously had been pranked. Rather cruelly.

She sat alone at a table in a very dignified fashion, but clearly sad. And she was the subject of many whispers and pitied glances. I was a senior that year. And I had my date. But, despite my status as a football letter man and running on the track team (field events because despite being fit, I was very slow) and being a senior, I was far too concerned with what others thought of me. So I just shook my head and felt sorry for her, joining in the glances and whispers.

Today, over forty years later (although it honestly didn't it didn’t take me THAT long for me to understand this), I realize that I should have gathered together my tight group of friends and one-by-one, asked her to dance. It WAS a dance, after all. And it really didn't matter how poorly any of us danced.

I have no idea as to if she would have danced with any of us. None. But, I should have asked. I should have gotten my friends to do the same. But, I didn’t. I was selfish and an idiot back then, caring far too much what others might think. Except her. I may still be that way today, but certainly not as bad as I was as a teen. I hope.

I understand that today she is married and a grandmother. I’m happy for her. And I wish I was a stronger, more confident boy back then. And, in retrospect, imagine the impression I would have made to all the high school girls watching me and my friends. We would have melted hearts. Not that such is anywhere important today. In The Great Scheme, I have no clue if it would have made any difference. But, it would have been right and proper.

I only can hope that someone young sees this, realizes that most peoples’ opinions are garbage, learns from my lesson, and does the right thing. And not just at the prom.

Why Is AIDS Not An STD?

I’m getting older. We all do every day; it’s a fact of life. When we’re young we question things and we allow ourselves to soak up knowledge and ideas and opinions. These things, of course, form us and eventually help to make up who we are.

When I was young, in my teens, I was lucky. When it came to Sexually Transmitted Diseases, we called it Venereal Disease in those days - “VD.” We were pretty lucky I’ve learned. “The Clap,” the slang term used for all VD, could all be fought with drugs, and there were only a couple or three. I only knew one person who had contracted it by the time I left college at the age of twenty.

Then came Herpes. Now Herpes scared us, because it’s not curable. It wasn’t as bad as the others, but sores all over you when you were trying to impress the opposite sex were not at all helpful. It was a nuisance then, and is now manageable with drugs, but it was a venereal disease. Interestingly, VD was treatable for years much like Herpes is today, though no cure was known until the advent of antibiotics in the name of Penicillin and the like in the 1940’s.

Through it all, though, we had condoms, which many of us used anyway because The Pill wasn’t 100-percent effective. But condoms kept you more-or-less safe from parenthood and likely disease-free.

Then, in 1981, a strange series of ailments began to pop up in the male homosexual population in places like New York and San Francisco. Soon dubbed Gay-Related Immune Deficiency (GRID), then soon after Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) in an effort to recognize that it could infect heterosexuals, it was quickly recognized as a sexually transmitted disease, or ‘STD.’ In this age of the ‘politically correct,’ which I prefer to call the ‘politically confused,’ STD sounds nicer than VD. But, by any measure, AIDS is “an illness that has a significant probability of transmission by means of sexual contact.” At THAT is and was the definition of VD.

Now, AIDS is a disease of choice and of morality. Except for a very small group, AIDS is transmitted by immoral behavior. And it is because of this that AIDS is NOT VD! That’s right. Gonorrhea, syphillis, and herpes are VD. But AIDS is a disease that affects lifestyle. Mind you, immoral lifestyles can be affected by VD, but most are curable. AIDS to date is not.

AIDS has affected the homosexual community dramatically. Now the homosexual community will never admit that their very choices are what drives the AIDS epidemic, nor would the Free Love Generation of the sixties have done so either, I’m sure. But it IS these choices that have caused the spread of this horrific disease. As an example, one of the small groups noted above, those who suffered from hemophilia, have suffered disproportionately from AIDS. Hemophiliacs have a deficiency in the agent that causes blood to clot, and desperately require infusions of clotting agents. Once known as ‘bleeders,’ these innocent people received clotting agent that was a cocktail extracted from the blood of many, including AIDS-infected homosexuals, many who knew they were sick. But, in many cases these infected people donated plasma for money. As a result, many hemophiliacs were infected and died of AIDS. The homosexual community generally ignored their plight, as did the media. Hemophiliacs are well represented in the media, mind you.

I am continually heart-broken when I see a young heterosexual person on TV, a talking head for HIV/AIDS, explain how they never thought they were in danger. How it was ‘just once,’ or he/she didn’t know their partner was infected, or even worse – I don’t even know his/her name. These poor victims are trotted out by AIDS activist organizations and used to somehow make us all believe that we can catch this horrible disease, just by being heterosexual. They’ve been victimized twice – first by the disease and then by the activists.

I will readily admit that a huge group of heterosexuals in the Third World have contracted AIDS. But, without a doubt, the underlying reason that it has spread there is through prostitution, an inherently immoral act. Throughout the world today, if a married couple is free of AIDS, and stays monogamous, the chance that either will contract the disease are so infinitesimally small as to be unreadable. These are facts.

AIDS is caught almost exclusively but those who are participating in immoral acts, many of which are aberrant or abhorrent. This includes homosexuality, drug use, multiple sexual partners, anonymous sex, and the like. These are simple truths. And until we begin to look at AIDS as what it is, a Venereal Disease, it will continue its toll.

"Trust" Is Not a One-Way Street

So, what changes to the US government system would actually restore international trust? This was a question someone posted on Quora, a website for people to ask questions and get answers. Like most sites, it started off with a noble and great concept to allow people to find information that was difficult to access elsewhere. Today not so much.

But the question was posed. So, I thought I'd answer with a blog post.

America was founded through rebellion. A nation of dreamers, cast-offs, the flotsam and jetsam of most of Europe, they rebelled against the norm and threw off the yoke of absentee leadership, totalitarianism, and monarchism. Outside of Switzerland and tiny San Marino the US is the oldest democratic republic on the planet. America was for most of its history a nation of rebels, innovators, thinkers, and doers.

And because of this history, there has never really been ‘trust’ toward America. Americans didn't follow the rules. They made up their own. They even made up their own sports. Baseball, basketball, gridiron football are all American sports either made up or modified by making up new rules.

So, the world never trusted the US. They only needed America. And that began in the late 19^th Century with the massive industrialization of America's economy.

The Western Allies needed America in World War I for food, arms, and finally military manpower. All of Europe and Asia needed the US during and after World War II. Without American arms, food, and energy the allies (Britain, Australia, China, France, and the USSR) would have struggled mightily to replace their losses and build a modern military large enough to defeat the Axis. The, the American Marshall Plan rebuilt nearly the whole of Western Europe after the war. The US rebuilt Japan and the Philippines, too. They would also rebuild South Korea after that war.

Even now, America is the single greatest donor nation on the planet. Whenever there is a natural or even man-made disaster, Americans arrive in droves with food, water, medical aid, and equipment and technology to help clean up and rebuild. And the US does all this with less than four percent of the world's population. Yet it produces a quarter of the world's wealth. There are more Europeans (even without Russia, Ukraine, and the Caucasus) than Americans, yet the Americans STILL outproduce Europe. Whether it is defense, technology, food, or whatever, respect has NOTHING to do with it. The world needs the US far more than America needs the world.

Canada, Europe, Japan, the Philippines, South Korea, and Taiwan have been living under the US taxpayers’ largesse and the American defense umbrella that those same American taxpayers have paid for since 1945. The Philippines essentially got rid of any strategic defense 20 years ago and is now scrambling to recover with the recently aggressive actions of China. Europe has a huge lack of strategic air and sealift capability, naval capability, reserve forces, nuclear weapons, armor, etc., and depends on the US to keep Putin's big, bad Russian Bear at bay.

Today, President Trump has called them all out. He and many other Americans are sick and tired of subsidizing ‘international trust’ that is only a leech on America's finances and prosperity. And the planet concurrently criticizes on a constant basis the very nation that affords them the ability to subsidize mediocrity and sloth, hate and protest, and even barely-disguised police states.

America has shown the planet far more trust than that given the US, except when America is needed by the world. They DO trust that the US will be there when they are in need. Real international trust is a joke when it only goes one way. 

And frighteningly for America's 'friends' that joke stopped in January 2025.

It's Out There. Go See It.

It's kind of weird how we can live in a place for years and never actually see or understand it. It was only last summer that I went to Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor. This is the location generally accepted to be the reason for and the place of the opening salvos of the US Civil War in 1961. My family moved to South Carolina in 1972. So, yeah, it took me 52 years to actually see this place that was to be so pivotal to American history.

And it's the same here locally. On a beautiful Saturday, Leap Day, 29 February 2020, I drove out to the Battle of Camden site to visit for the first time ever. That only took 48 years, despite the fact that it's barely a day's horse ride a way (about 25 minutes by modern car).

The battle here in 1780 is thought by some historians to be the high-water mark of the British effort to retain the American colonies. British strategy has shifted south in the American colonies to the breadbasket. Believing that control of the agriculture of the are would help strangle the American rebellion, British moved major operations to Georgia, and North and South Carolina. Additionally, there were strong monarchist feelings in the South, so much so that the British command believed that they could easily raise Loyalist units to easily win the South.

 

The British took the two major Southern posts, Savannah and Charleston, capturing large amounts of Colonial troops as well as munitions, equipment, and food. It was a powerful blow against the Patriot cause and forced the Americans to enter into major partisan and guerilla operations.

 

It is said that across the colonies around a third of the population was loyal to The Crown. The were the Loyalists. It is countered that a third were pro-independence, or Patriots. The final third wanted nothing to do with any of it and hoped to just be left alone to try and build their lives in peace. Instead, the war turned into a bloody, violent, vicious and ugly civil war that saw much of what we today would describe as war crimes. These sort of tactics pushed many into the hands of the Loyalists or the Patriots.

 

And so it was that in the sweaty, tick-infested cauldron of a wilderness north of Camden, South Carolina that American forces were routed in a sharp battle led by British Lords Lieutenant General Charles Cornwallis, Lieutenant Colonel James Webster, and Colonel Francis Edward Rawdon-Hastings. I will not bore you with tactics and maneuver, but suffice it to say that despite outnumbering the British Redcoats nearly 2-to-1, Colonial forces suffered over 1900 killed or captured out of 4000 engaged. British losses were 324 killed, wounded and missing out of their 2100. 

 

American General Horatio Gates, the hero of the Battle of Saratoga, was humiliated. At the height of the battle with his flank collapsing and being overrun, he mounted his horse and fled headlong to Charlotte, North Carolina. He was rightly removed for cowardice under fire. Nearly all Colonial military stores in the South were lost. And German mercenary Major General Johann von Robais, Baron de Kalb was mortally wounded while leading Maryland Patriot forces.

Recently, fourteen war dead from the battle were recovered at the battle site. One was a Highlander of the  British Army's 71st Regiment of Foot, unofficially known as Fraser's Highlanders, and another was a Native American Loyalist militiaman from North Carolina. The other twelve were Continentals. They were all reburied in 2023 with full military honors, with the Highlander's remains handled by an honor guard of the The Royal Highland Fusiliers flown in from the UK for the event.

 

photo by insidegmt

 

In 2021, the City of Camden unveiled a new statue to de Kalb at the Revolutionary War Visitor Center in the southern part of the town. The German military liaison to the United States attended. It is at least the third monument to the general in the area. 

 photo byemergingrevolutionarywar.org

 

The area around the battlefield today is generally referred to as the Baron DeKalb (or 'BDK') community.

And while it was a decisive and overwhelming American defeat, at the same time it's Pyrrhic value would lead to the eventual defeat of Britain in it's rebellious American colonies at Yorktown, Virginia, barely 14 months later.

 

So, the only advice I can give you is to look around your community and find those places you've ignored or just haven't seen. There's is a lot of history out there. Go see it. Take the kids. It'll be amazing.