DECEMBER 7 | 2005-12-07
Despite my obsession with answering the comments that have poured in, I have to say something about December 7.
I have taken a vacation from watching TV because it was part of my duties as a political pro. So this year's vacation has included a lot of DVDs (in case you think I'm getting sophisticated on you) and little use of cable TV news.
But I watched on November 22 and I am going to watch tonight.
November 22 was a day of Blessed Silence.
For forty years, every November 22 was dedicated to St. John The Kennedy. It was the day he was shot in 1963.
The media went Shakespearian on us:
"OH, for the Glorious Days of Camelot, when a fresh-faced young man from the Northeast led the march into the Inevitable Future of Liberalism!"
Forty years of that gets a bit tiresome.
The silence this year was wonderful.
On December 7 the group that modestly calls itself The Greatest Generation pays people to slap them on the back and talk about how they Saved The World by turning a third of the world over tot eh tender mercies of Mao-Tse-Tung and Our Hero and Glorious Comrade, "Uncle Joe" Stalin.
They found a world where the white man strode the world like a colussus and left a world in which white males are required to ditry their diapers and grovel. And they expected not only lifelong benefits, but worship for that.
And they got it.
I have listened to those clowns slapping themselves on the back for sixty years. But as they die out the sound of the paid-for slapping gets fainter, and I long for blessed silence there, too.