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E 320: America. Who is She to You?

E 320: America. Who is She to You?

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Before we kick off our first, let’s call it, “Dave Talk” for our Fall Series entitled “Pencil-Neck Politicians, Positions and Policies” in preparation for the critical midterm elections, I thought it might be helpful to give you some background about myself. Where to begin? Well kids, once upon a time, a long, long, time ago, I was born in the hills of Tennessee in the mid 1900’s, and at the age of 13, my aspiring middle class family moved to the Midwest, flyover country for those in Washington DC. As a kid we played kickball, dodgeball, Red Rover Red Rover “send the chunky kid over” and Kick the Can just after dinner when the street lights came on. It was a wholesome upbringing, safe, full of adventure and 100% Do It Yourself offline entertainment, character building and social skills development. Imagination was the driver. If you could imagine it…you could build it. Dads went to work, kids rode the bus to school or walked, moms stayed home with the young’ins and we all gathered again around the dinner table for supper, before being dismissed to play outside under the street lights.That was my America growing up.I was blessed to have two active and engaged parents in my life living under the same roof and one elder brother I had to learn to share with. On Sundays, after Sunday nite church if my parents had saved enough change, we would stop my Pals Ice Cream shop on the way home for a single scoop ice cream cone or a chocolate shake.Summers in America where I grew up were magical.If you had parents, or if not, maybe an Uncle or an Aunt, a caring teacher or neighbor they would ask you “what do you want to be when you grow up?” You see in America, you were allowed, encouraged actually, to dream big and swing for the fence. You could be a fireman, a policeman, a doctor, a teacher, or the President of the United States. Folks went out of their way to encourage you to pursue your dreams…”go to college” they would say, “get a job and work real hard…you can be whatever you want." If you couldn’t afford college there were trade schools you could pursue or you could become an apprentice to a carpenter, electrician, welder, mechanic, you name it. But what you couldn’t say is “I want to be a freeloader, a hippie, a cheater and a theft, a no good scoundrel, a criminal, a gangster, a rapist, a serial killer, a community organizer, a radical protester, a commie, a race baiter or a transgender he/she and convince my future pupils that there are 16 different genders and the Lord God Almighty is non-binary.. That kind of ambition got you no where in my America.Growing up in my America meant everyone was all in to helping each other find their way to contributing positively to the development of the community, the citizenry, and the greater republic. Victimhood was not an acceptable career path.America has always been a land of opportunity. In her earlier days, if you wanted to be a farmer you bought a pig and some chickens. If you wanted to be a settler you sold your inherited possessions, maybe your grandpas pocket watch and bought a wagon, horses, supplies, pack up the family and headed west.Adventure and the unknown possibilities of a better tomorrow were the drivers. Anything was possible if you were willing to risk everything. Hope in a brighter future was the dream and Faith in a loving and ever present God was the pathway forward.That was our forefathers America.After having children I became more interested in politics as current policies at the time were effecting my earning power and opportunities so I needed to learn more about the players so I could vote more wisely and vote folks into office that aligned with my values.Leaders that would enacted policies that inspired and rewarded hard work, encouraged visionaries, entrepreneurs and supported the development of the nuclear family and their need for excellent k-12 education…a curriculum that did not introduce our kids to drag queen story hour, cross dressing, twerking dance moves by bearded men wearing lipstick, wigs, eye makeup and ladies lingerie. How did they think any of this would build a better, stronger more exceptional America?I started paying more attention to the news in advance of the dot.com bubble bursting in October of 2002 after it lost 78% of its value and started “watching” news nearly everyday since 9/11/2001. The fall of the twin towers was the first major attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor December 7, 1941. I just knew that things would be different from that day forward.It was clear to me, that if I wanted to protect my vision of America and leave her healthy enough for my kids and grandkids someday to experience the opportunities provided by America, I would have to become an active contributor and not just a passing through benefactor. But what about your America? If you are listening and under the age of 30, your experience and view...
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