These Days Of Mice And Men
It times such as these, the Days of Three-Ply Mega-Roll Panic, many an American has proven prone to retreat in the face of an unseen threat, one purportedly more fearsome than the mightiest military which was repelled by farmers with muskets for our freedom and independence. A foe more formidable than that which bunkered on the beaches of Normandy, whom our brave ancestors stormed headlong into to free the world of tyranny, if but for a moment. More pernicious than an ICBM with a nuclear payload that our greatest President stared down in the world’s highest-stakes game of chicken.
It’s not just infuriating, it’s depressing, to see how mentally softened our country has become. Reduced to a shadow of ourselves, once the greatest, most inspiring nation to grace the planet. A nation colonized by men that sailed across oceans to a wilderness unknown without modern convenience or assurance of survival to have what they coveted most, personal autonomy. A nation that sent men to the deepest depths of the oceans and planted flags on the moon.
And what are we reduced to by media-induced panic? A nation of cowards, that casts the eye of suspicion on our fellow countrymen for the crime of a public sneeze or clearing of the throat. Keep reading…….
“Two weeks ago, my 90-year-old mother, Catherine Ritchie, was preparing herself for bed at around 9pm. After brushing her teeth and hair, she turned around to find her bed completely engulfed in flames. She made an attempt to extinguish the flames herself by throwing blankets and pillows on the fire. The smoke and heat were so overwhelming that she immediately got disoriented, gave up fighting the fire, and decided to flee. She pushed the emergency call button she wears on her necklace, called 911, and attempted to get out of her now engulfed bedroom. She walked into the closet several times thinking it was the door that leads to the hallway. It wasn’t. She couldn’t find her way out. She was stuck. Smoke everywhere.
