(As the working week has begun, the title of this post has been changed to remove a word which may cause some providers to block the page from users reading DK when they should be concentrating on work or study. The Godwin violation remains.)
By the time I was born, my dad was long gone insane.
He’d spent what should have been his youth pushing an LST back and forth up against lands full of fire aimed at him, carrying young victims to slaughter.
And he was lucky. He got to motor back to the mothership for more meat. Happy survivor guilt, Dad.
A friend’s father opened a wire gate to a nightmare of ages, leading a squad into one of the first death camps seen by Eisenhower’s liberators. Good luck erasing that with what comes in bottles.
The world has been fucked up, sideways, wrong for the “right” reasons my whole life, but one of the few things I’ve never doubted is that the sacrifice my father, our fathers, your grandfather, was of worth.
Pawns all, they gave what they had to stop empires fueled by the idea that some people are the Superior Folk and others better damn well get out of their way.
With their victory, they made an empire. No, not the American Century bullshit. An empire of an ideal. That anyone, of any kind, any language, any belief, should be set in the same starting blocks and allowed to run a fair race.
Today, I see a third or better of my countrymen pledged to a Strongman who promises to get those Inferior Folk out of our sight and make our Homeland great again.
I hear these things and I wonder why the hell my dad bothered. If we’re just going to embrace that Superman shit, why didn’t we do it then? The race freakos could have had their dystopia and I could have had a normal dad.
Where we at, America? Did a generation give their sanity for nothing?