As a teenager my grandfather escaped conscription and a lifetime of servitude in the Tsar’s army by hiding in a big hand basket on a railroad freight car that brought him through Poland and Europe.
Eventually he hopped a ship that brought this immigrant-refugee-exile to America. And here he not only studied hard to make English his sixth language, he worked twice as hard as anybody else just to succeed.
50 years later another one of my mother’ cousins woke up alive and naked in another freight car crammed full of dead and naked Jews slaughtered by the Nazis.
Somehow he survived his bullet wounds. And he eventually came to Post WWII America looking for any family. And a relative happened to see his ‘ad’ in a Jewish newspaper when he decided to run it one extra day. And he became another survivor, immigrant-refugee-exile to overwork and succeed because he realized how fragile liberty is. And how easily it can be taken away.
Immigrants, refugees, exiles and all the oppressed one step ahead of a Cossack’s sword, or a maniacal tyrant have washed up on our shores. Or somebody’s shore. Someplace, somewhere, somehow.
Considering our history, I can think of nothing more American than an immigrant. Hell, if we’re being honest, Superman was the ultimate immigrant… even though some might argue for Arnold Schwarzenegger.
The trouble is we are no longer what we were. No country is. We are like the lemonade stand that grew up to be Coca Cola. Or the garage tinkerer who catapulted into Hewlett-Packard… or IBM… We got organized. We got rules. And regulations.
We were once a simple lifeboat managed by native Indians who had no immigration policy. But even though we’ve grown into a mighty ship we can never outgrow our realistic — as well as economic — weight and balance limitations.
In other words we can only bear the weighty burdens and misfortunes of so many at a time. Or else, we all go down.
Germany, Hungary, and the rest of Europe are discovering this now. The first day the new onslaught of refugees from Syria, Afghanistan and wherever… were guests. The second they were a burden. And the third they were a pest.
You simply can’t just absorb this tsunami. Millions are already lodged – and a second generation born there — in shoddy refugee camps scattered about the globe. Mostly in African and Arab countries. These are radical breeding grounds. A whole generation has grown up without education or prospects. And if people don’t have something to live for, they will find militant causes to die for.
Hmm… Unfortunately as history has often demonstrated what man learns from history is that man learns nothing from history.
And all I can say is: Life is full of surprises because our memories are shorter than our dicks. The only thing constant in life is change. And when you refuse to stick more than your nose into other people’s business the fact is that eventually other people’s business comes marching through your backyard and bangs on your door.
And sooner rather than later. That terrible and sad problem over there in Syria or Egypt or Afghanistan or Russia is now marching…or straggling… or simply washing up dead and alive on our beaches.
A drowned 3-year-old boy is just one of the plaintive wails of a society that has shrugged its responsibility to others. In other words, bad things happen and evil triumphs when good men do nothing.
So I am impelled to speak frankly here for a moment. Okay, so it doesn’t take much for me to be frank and you to be glad. But someone has to proclaim the obvious. And I am glad to be frank.
In my adventures about the globe I have witnessed that life is more than a tad tenuous for so many. And all I can say is that it is one thing to stand aside to enable fools to slug out their differences. It’s quite another to allow a disease to fester to the point your wife is raped, your children are sold into sex slavery, your dog is hung and what’s left of you becomes a feast for the flies and vultures.
Admittedly, many problems may heal themselves. But those that don’t often become pandemic and endemic. Consider Rwanda. The Palestinians. Darfur…
Knock-knock! And now it’s all coming to a theater near you.
That’s because we have been attempting to be little more than Nurse Nightingales… Dabbing and stitching at the bloody messes the idiots keep creating. And America is certainly not without blame – in the cause as well as the solutions.
So enough with all the talk. And all the flatulence. For as I have often despaired: The gas may pass, but the stink always lingers. And mostly at the foolish United Nations. Talk has never stopped the bullets. Talk ain’t worth the written treaties we don’t enforce.
To keep the peace we must always prepare for war. And war is where death feasts. And war, as erstwhile generals have proclaimed, must be made so despicable and terrible that man has little choice but to reconsider his insolence.
In other words, if you want war we’ll give you more barbed wire than you can choke on.
It’s time we put an end to the war in Syria. And by ‘we’ I don’t just mean that it’s America’s job. And it’s not just the job of the super powers. Indeed, it is the job of all countries who are threatened — and not just by the refugee fall out.
Perhaps it’s time we all understood that the world is not filled by independent countries. That’s a lie. That’s bullshit.
The world is nothing but millions of businesses. And we all depend on each others’ business.
This makes us all interdependent. And that’s why we have a right, a duty, an obligation to be responsible towards our neighbors. We all depend on one another. We are all interconnected. It’s like the sandstorm in the Sahara that ends up feeding the fish frenzy all the way over off the coasts of Chile and Peru. (Look it up! You may actually learn something.)
This is not some specious, facetious or capitalist postulation. All of our basic elements like food, clothing, shelter, transportation, communication and even luxuries are supplied by someone, somewhere in the world.
We depend on a world at peace for our commerce. Our goods. Our survival. Therefore, if that means we have to take sides, then so be it. Because things don’t just work out for the best. We may always want the best, but things turn out as always… like the weather.
So we must make hard decisions that are like the Three Musketeers: All for one and one for all.
And as my dear ol’ bourbon sippin’ Pappy used to insist between those omnipotent puffs on his omniscient corn cob pipe: “In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing; the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.”
And we’ve done nothing long enough… It’s not just the flatulence of a Neville Chamberlain. Or a Jimmy Carter. Or a John Kerry… or whomever thinks there will be peace in our time. That is, unless we make ‘peace’ the only choice.
And for that we must do whatever is required.
And what is required here is to put an end to murder and mayhem that inevitably washes up on our shores. Just go in and explain in a place like Syria to Assad and the warring rebels, in simple, direct terms so as not to be misunderstood. That your days are seriously numbered to cease and desist in this nonsense.
Otherwise a coordinated combustion by the world will raise the gates of hell and unleash a wrath so over-deafening, that long after it has ended the silence will be even more over-deafening.
Succinctly put: We’ll fuse your desert ass into glass, motherf-ker!
The inexorable and execrable message is that we ain’t f-king around with this shit no more. So, beat your swords into plow shears and do what’s right and good for all of our businesses.
Otherwise, the new World Map will not include a Syria. You know, beware of the wrath of a patient man.
Meanwhile, it’s no secret that the affordability of our lives depends on immigrants. Their industriousness and bent backs touch nearly 60% of the food we eat. And if you stayed in a hotel or motel your room was probably made up by an immigrant.
They do the jobs the rest of us refuse to do, or feel we can’t afford to do. But what we really can’t afford in order to survive as a country is to allow the damn to burst. Greece isn’t the only one going bust. The choice is there is no choice – the life boat can only bear the burden of so many.
Sometimes the medium really is the message. A war never determines who is right… only who is left. Every now and then it takes one big bang like Hiroshima. And occasionally a second one like Nagasaki. Most times all that is required is just a good old ass kicking like Dresden.
And sometimes man gets it and lives to see a future rising out of the ashes.
After all, what have we got to lose? The jihadists, ISIS, the misanthropic radicals who view the West as the Great Satan already hate us. Well, now we either give them something to really love-to-hate, or something they hate to love. No matter, somebody’s got to be the bad ass. And after a while you come to understand that life may not always be fair, but it usually can be fairly good.
When the dear Lord created the universe he obviously created darkness and chaos first. That was the natural order. But then he created man to create order and bring the light of peace. And sometimes it merely takes a two-by-four to get a stubborn mule’s attention.
To rid ourselves of evil and total chaos, good men must rise up. And do what is necessary. For when Destiny plucks you from the barrel of obscurity and kicks your butt out of a perfectly good airplane she demands that you fly. And succeed. That you don’t return with some weak grin and a shrug that you tried your best. Because your best just ain’t good enough. You must do whatever is necessary to succeed.
And sometimes that requires something so horrible, that even the ‘stoopeed’ get the message. For as a great man once observed:
Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realize that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvelously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.
And dats yDrewIS on dis penal colony…