As I have grown older, I have grown angrier. I don’t like it, but it’s true.  I didn’t have an easy life as a child.  My parents divorced when I was four years old, and I was taken from the security of a home environment in Jackson Heights, NY to Denver, where my mother was from.  As a divorced woman who was not receiving the promised child support from my father, who had immediately remarried, she was forced to take multiple jobs.  I rarely saw her except on weekends.  1946-1950 Denver had a big time housing shortage, as did most of the country.  As a result, we lived in rented rooms in peoples houses, and even for a time in a converted garage.  By any measure we were poor, but I wasn’t aware of it.

I had  a grandmother and grandfather, aunts and uncles, and numerous cousins.  I started working at age 10, cutting lawns and bagging groceries at a local market.  No one considered that child abuse or illegal in any way.  I graduated to paper routes, first the Rocky Mountain News, a morning paper, which had to be folded and delivered starting at 5:00 AM, completely dark for much of the fall, winter and spring months.  Later, I got a coveted Denver Post route which was delivered in the late afternoon, after school got out at 3:00 PM.

1950s Denver was a patriotic, western town with plenty of history.  We said the Pledge of Allegiance standing, facing the flag in our home rooms first class of the day.  We respected the uniformed WW-II and Korean War veterans who marched in parades on Memorial Day and July 4th.  Our fathers and uncles were among them.  We all felt proud to be an American Citizen.

Then, something strange happened.  The “Cold War” created a class of educators who began to corrupt the students in their care.  Drugs like marijuana, formerly only smoked by the dregs of our society suddenly became popular on some college campuses.  Professors like Timothy Leary advised their students to “tune in, turn on and drop out” by taking LSD and other psychedelic drugs.  The age of the “Hippie” had arrived.  It was better to “Be Red Than Dead”, according to them.  They burned our flag and spit on our Constitution.

The disastrous Viet Nam War produced nothing but over 50,000 names on a stark black wall, and the broken bodies and minds of tens of thousands of other young men and women who had honorably served their country.  They came home to no welcome from many in this country.  In fact, they frequently were vilified and harangued by long haired left wing college students. Two of those would end up in the White House as President and First Lady.  A Commander in Chief who had dogged the draft would now be in charge of committing an all volunteer military to conflicts around the globe.  Just as he would abandon his soldiers to their fate in Somalia, his wife, with the concurrence of another Democratic President would abandon another group of young men in Benghazi.

I have watched a trickle of illegals crossing our southern border become a flood.  I have watched this hoard produce children who were, due to our antiquated birthright citizenship laws, automatically citizens, thereby cheapening the value of that status for all of us whose ancestors came here legally, and those who are now waiting in line to gain legal status.  When I protest against this insanity,  I am labeled a xenophobic racist or a white supremacist.  I am none of those things, but that doesn’t matter to the Liberal/Progressive left.  They believe, therefore they know.

For too long, too many conservatives have resisted the urge to fight back when they hear the drivel coming out of the mouths of those who are far more ignorant of the facts than those they would silence.  Political correctness should be ignored, and I hope there will soon be a conservative group set up to counter the ACLU, the Southern Poverty Law Center, and all other similar organizations set up to stifle honest debate on the many subjects we must deal with if we are to save our country for future generations to enjoy.  This will not happen if a “Silent Majority” continues to remain so.  The mass media is totally in the tank for the Democratic Party, any attempt to deny that fact is absurd at face value.  The same applies to most institutions of higher learning, and that has filtered down to even grade school educators.  Kindergarteners are subjected to the spectacle of Transvestites reading stories in class telling these fertile little minds that this is somehow “normal” behavior.  Say its not and you are, yes homophobic.  States, the latest being Pennsylvania, will allow people to chose male, female, or simple “X” on their drivers license.  More insanity.  You can’t choose your sex anymore than you can choose your race.  It was built into your cells at conception.  To believe otherwise is at the least ignorance, or at worst yes, insanity.

The total number of victims of real “Mass Shootings”, not that “4 or above” number some academic pulled out of a hat, but the real ones, like Sandy Hook, Orlando, Parkland, Las Vegas and El Paso equal far less than the yearly death toll in Chicago, but we are told that they justify denying the Second Amendment rights of honest gun owning citizens, or creating more “Gun Free Zones”, which, when they are violated by terrorists, criminals or crazies, creates another demand for “Gun Control”.  Insanity again.  What should happen is a total blackout on news about such awful events. Instead, CNN, NBC, ABC, CBS and MSNBC make it the top news story for days thereafter, politicians grandstand, and copy cat killers are inspired to do likewise, and gain their “immortality”.  Instead, they should be quickly tried, executed and cremated, their ashes dumped in a landfill.  Watch the left howl about that concept.

So yes, as I get older I get angrier.  But I’m not a threat to the public, just to the stupid ideas and concepts being pushed down our throats by an elitist group of journalists, politicians and academics.  I hope enough of my generation get angry with me, and start pushing back, and hard.  That’s what they hate about Trump. He calls it as he sees it, and doesn’t care what the other side thinks or does. I initially was unsure about the wisdom of his social media comments, but not anymore. Tweet on Mr. President. Tweet on.