This morning I open Drudge and read:
“Dems Block Resolution to Honor Lady Thatcher…”
And, ”Police fear ‘death parties’ will disrupt…”
And, “ Protesters to line street, ‘turn backs’ on casket…”
Finally, “BBC chief refuses to ban broadcast of ‘Ding Dong The Witch is Dead’…
In my last blog I expressed shock and dismay at the death of a thirteen-month old baby, allegedly murdered by a couple of street thugs. The brutality saddened and angered me; it was a vivid manifestation of our country’s social depravity.
News coverage of the murder faded after a couple of days, and, despite my pledge to do otherwise, I rebuilt my mental health self-defense screen. Otherwise, the daily onslaught of illegalities, absurdities, ugliness and political/social/cultural degeneration in general overwhelms me.
I scan the headlines and shake my head. The progressives, socialists and anarchists are empowered, feeling their oats, pushing the envelope on all fronts.
History tells us the pendulum eventually swings back in the other direction, but now it seems to bang violently against the left side of the clock, threatening to demolish not only the clock’s gears and wheels but the cabinet and entire room in which the clock resides.
The world has turned upside down…wrong is right, down is up and fiction is fact.
Today, news reports of Lady Thatcher’s death crash through my screen when other stories didn’t.
A child is suspended for shaping a pastry into the rough shape of gun and is suspended from school. Ridiculous. I move on.
A doctor is on trial for murdering live babies, and nobody much cares. Horrible. I move on.
In a time of record deficits and a third of our Air Force fighter squadrons are grounded due to lack of funding, our country’s NATO ambassador spends $704,000 for landscaping. Dumb. I move on.
The IRS monitors our emails and feels unthreatened; it admits it’s going to do so. Scary. I move on.
The president rocks out at a White House rhythm and blues concert while a record number of Americans are not working. The arrogant so-and-so. I move on.
While not inferring the leftists’ despicable reaction to Lady Thatcher’s death is an immoral equivalent to baby killing in Philadelphia, I find it very disturbing. It offends me.
Maybe it’s a generational thing; much seems to be these days. The dead are dead; they cannot defend themselves. No mortal is without sin nor proceeds through his or her life without mistakes and regrets.
Until not too many years ago the dead were granted a reprieve for at least a day or two. Certainly until their earthly remains grew cold, but no longer. The deaths of those deemed unworthy by the left are celebrated…just another opportunity to spew venom and hate.
But the leftists have the capacity for selective civility…even respect and admiration for the dead.
Anyone recall their reaction to the death of Hugo Chavez?