The Memorial Day will be a somber one for the many people who’ve lost someone due to Covid-19. Even as those who know that science can help to bring a pandemic under control have been vaccinated, it is too late for millions who didn’t make it. Memorial Day weekend, for many of us in northern climes, has been unseasonably cold. Around here it’s been rainy too. The official kick-off to summer seems to be a memorial to the long winter of 2020 and ’21. It’s also hopeful, because things are starting to get better. Having an organized national response helps, even as the Fascist Party is gaining strength. “Memorial” means looking back. Remembering the past. I’m saddened, shocked, and distraught that one political party has refused to look at how insidious fascism is, and how it always starts under the guise of righteousness. Remember this.
We tend to think of Memorial Day as a play day. Indeed, the number of boats being towed as I’ve been out driving attests to the plans of many. We’re ready for life to return to normal, but even that involves memory. Remembering what was normal. We have never been a fascist nation. That’s not a memory but a sick future dream. Those who attempt insurrection and then block any investigation into it can’t have the good of the nation at heart. It should be a play day. It should be frolicking in the sun. Instead I’m wondering how we’ll ever stop this apparently inevitable evil that has taken over a country formed as a democracy. Has it stopped raining yet?
Although I wasn’t close to him, my father was a veteran. He fought for the cause of liberty, at least as it was understood before Trump’s America. He was, according to his family, never the same after seeing war. Bureaucrats, fat from the monies they pocket from special interest groups and lobbies, seem to have forgotten. They’ve forgotten the frighteningly large national cemetery at Arlington. They’ve forgotten that we fought to stop the very thing they are now promoting in their own country. I’m sorry, Mr. Lincoln, these dead may have died in vain after all. I had hopes of warm days and leisurely outdoor activities as the end of May rolled along. Either that, or at least being able to get out and take care of all the yard work that’s been piling up over the past several weeks. I wonder, will it stop raining today?
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