Burt Prelutsky
I have a confession to make. After trying to make sense of American liberals, I finally have to throw up my hands in total exasperation. I can’t make head or tail of these people, and I’m getting tired of trying.

I pride myself on usually being able to see the other person’s point of view. But in order to do so, one must be able to recognize the logic behind their ideas. There has to be some common ground upon which both parties can stand. But forget common ground. Where left-wingers are concerned, I don’t think they and I even share a common planet.

For instance, I grew up believing that most sane people agreed that Winston Churchill was right when he delivered his eloquent speeches, defying the Nazis, and paying tribute to England’s fighting men -- the few to whom so much, as he pointed out, was owed by so many.

But there’s been a sea change in America over the past four decades. It is now the umbrella-toting Neville Chamberlain, that earlier English version of Jimmy Carter, as opposed to the cigar-chomping, brandy-guzzling, Churchill, who seems to have become our role model. Anything from simple appeasement to outright surrender strikes millions of my fellow Americans as preferable to armed conflict.

It all began, it’s safe to say, during Viet Nam. It was back in the 60s when the anti-war crowd -- composed in good part of hippies who had no desire to make their own beds, let alone march and follow orders, who were able to mask their lack of patriotism, discipline and intestinal fortitude, as moral superiority. It was a topsy-turvy time that reminded some of us of life as Lewis Carroll might have dreamed it. Only the White Rabbit and the Queen of Hearts were missing, but we managed to make do with Eugene McCarthy and Jerry Rubin.

As North Vietnamese intelligence papers now disclose, after the Tet offensive, they felt the war was lost. It was only after Walter Cronkite and his major media cronies began waving the white flag, turning victory into defeat, that the enemy took heart. Between the news anchors, Jane Fonda and the college kids who were terrified of the draft, the Viet Cong knew it was only a matter of time until the U.S. pulled out of Southeast Asia, leaving millions of innocent people to be butchered by Communist henchmen.

Today, the sons and daughters of those earlier appeasers have taken up where their parents and grandparents left off. Even though the brave men and women who make up our volunteer army ensure that these coddled kids can stay home and concentrate on their beer bashes and video games, they still carry on as if they might actually, god forbid, be called upon to serve their country.