Millions of working-hard and playing-hard Americans took a day off Thursday to properly give major props to the 25 million vets who died defending this grand land.
Yeah, thank God that the majority of our nation still gets it, namely that our freedom is never free and sometimes someone has to pay the ultimate price and lay their life down for liberty?s continuity.
And that?s where our bad-to-the-bone boys and girls in uniform come in!
Not only do we, the God-fearing, nation-loving, flag-saluting citizens of this Great American Experiment, salute those killed in battle, but we also laud our current crop of warriors who are in harm?s way so that we can be out of it.
As far as I?m concerned, our military is not only defending us from nefarious nations and terrorists bent on our destruction, but are also, by example, keeping us from vapid vacuous vices via the spirit they embody.
I believe that these armed defenders and extenders of freedom not only provide national security, but their very core, their basic military make up, supplies sanity and keeps us tethered to the things that have made us majestic.
You remember our nation?s virtues don?t you? Come on?think back?way back? (Maybe some drugs will help you.) Think back to the stuff like sacrifice, duty, and honor. From a qualitative standpoint, what these young guns get from the military and then bring to the US?s table is now more necessary in our wafty and wussy society than a Bose voice processor is for Ashlee Simpson?s whimpering voice.
It?s hard not to go Van Gogh when one looks at the societal swill within our culture, because it often seems as if discipline, patriotism and sacrificial living are vanishing from our national spirit faster than a large order of fries would in front of Michael Moore. And while I?m on the topic of Michael Moore?I hope America never forgets or forgives this ?man? for how he portrayed America?s finest in his latest ?film.? That is unless, of course, he repents.
Yes, thanks to Michael Moore and his un-Fahren-blight 911, we can, in large part, blame him and his lemmings for the ungrateful-to-the-military sentiments that are floating around today.
Moore made our soldiers out to look like teenaged killers of women and children, who care nothing about defending this land, nothing about extending liberty to other countries, nothing about loyalty to their fellow soldiers and to our nation. Instead they were framed as heavy-metal-loving killing machines who like to listen to crunching guitar riffs while they strafe innocent mothers and babies--all for the white man?s avaricious lust for oil money.
In Moore?s film, this myopic agenda-laden loser highlighted the exception (the atypical soldier) and not the rule for his propaganda purposes, which left the ludicrous Left?s splooged-brain droogies with the impression that our soldiers are bad people?very bad and stupid people. I guess by Moore?s standard of measure that he used upon our soldiers in his mock-u-mentory, we should all assume that because he is an odious, bloated, and hypocritical, bunko artist that everyone else from Flint, Michigan is also.
Aside from Moore and his glazed-eyed followers? anti-military spirit, there is also an anti-greatness antagonistic metrosexual ?thang? going on within in our society that is softening our men away from the necessary masculine traits that our soldiers embody--characteristics that have made our nation Valedictorian of the Planet.
You guys have met the metrosexuals haven?t you? You can now find them, like an STD, everywhere in America. They are out in large numbers in our restaurants waiting tables, or in the media, or at Starbuck?s, or in an aspiring boy band, or modeling in New York, Miami, or L.A. They are the Ricky Martin wannabes who?
· Shave their bodies so that they look like a Mexican hairless Chihuahua
· Get regular manicures and pedicures
· Drive Miatas
· Wax their eyebrows
· Go to the gym way, way too much
· Use four different products in their hair (and actually call them products)
· Check their hair several times in their spoon?s reflection while dining at a bistro
· Actually enjoy clothes shopping, and
· Are their own love interest.
As one man put it, ?a metrosexual man is a clotheshorse wrapped around a dandy fused with a narcissist.?
Today, instead of men celebrating the testosterone fog God created us to live in, which makes us by fiat the provider, protector, hunter and hero of our nation, men now are preening, irresponsible, passive navel gazers to whom responsibility, courage, self sacrifice, and honor have become dirty words.
Unfortunately, this metrosexual masturbatory attitude has infected Washington D.C., corporate America, most universities and a lot of churches across our land. Fortunately, it is virtually non-existence in one of the last bastions of old-school heroism, our armed services. Yes, at least the ones who are protecting our land haven?t bought into the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy garbage. Hopefully our soldiers? attitude, what they live and die for will once again be resurrected within our land in this critical hour before we become a completely neutered neutralized Nancy Boy nation.
My ClashPoint is this: America owes a lot to its veterans and our current soldiers, not only for the sacrifices they made and still make for our freedom but for who they are as individuals and the largesse of spirit they represent as a collective body. We should shun both those that rail against our great warriors (who protect us in more ways than we know) and we should avoid the boy- band softening of our culture that takes away the internal grist of our inner warrior.
And lastly, for all the metrosexuals in Hollyweird and all you anti-American imbeciles blogging away on your computers, sitting in your tattered underwear drinking Mountain Dew and eating Domino?s Pizza, please remember this little ditty from Zell Miller about the soldiers you rail against and the nation they serve:
?Never in the history of the world has any soldier sacrificed more for the freedom and liberty of total strangers than the American soldier. And, our soldiers don't just give freedom abroad; they preserve it for us here at home.
For it has been said so truthfully that it is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the agitator, who has given us the freedom to protest.
It is the soldier who salutes the flag, serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives that protester the freedom to abuse and burn that flag.?
* This column is dedicated to the memory of my good friend Lee Wichmann?s father, Wesley William Wichmann, who died of cancer this Veteran?s Day. Mr. Wichmann was a Navy veteran of WWII and the Korean War; he lived a very full life, loved his family and his country, and left an indelible of stamp of courage and gratitude upon all who knew him.