Practically daily, we meander
through life without noticing the most obvious things before our
eyes.
Take, for instance, this time of year. Roughly six weeks ago, Phil, The Groundhog from Pennsylvania, predicted Spring was near. According to Phil, who disappointingly saw his shadow, foretold this remarkable information even though he was manhandled and fondled by top hatted groundhog wranglers. But Phil was right; we were in for six more weeks of winter.
As if on cue, a quick trip into the backyard will reveal gnarly weeds, desperate dandelions, and other spiteful lawn distractions have suddenly arrived just before this years’ inaugural mowing. Before this congregation of eyesores, those flora pests were missing from our thoughts. Just as were the robins.
Robins are said to be a sure sign of Spring. They were elsewhere during the winter months avoiding the snow, ice, plus terrible freezing winds, in an attempt to be to able to find water and food for survival. But it was their absence that we didn’t notice; their return, on the other hand, seems akin to an epiphany.
As is evident, being missing in action is – well – evident, if you know what’s missing. And therein lies the issue. We, as children, were not taught to think in those terms. We were told to appreciate what we have; the ‘missing’ wasn’t part of the equation.
Which leads us to today’s story of analysis into what is evident in our lives, as well as what is not. Strap yourself in for a fun ride to find those things that are no longer before our eyes: missing in action.
A few short years ago, we were treated to a running joke named President Barack Hussein Obama. He was handily elected to the presidency following two tumultuous terms of President George W. Bush. Bush’s first four-years in office were blackened by horrific terrorist attacks inside the sovereign borders of the United States of America.
Although attacks of lesser degrees had been committed over the years, this heinous display of hatred toward Americans by Muslims was able to be conducted due to naïveté on the part of Americans.
For decades, our nation believed anyone desiring a better life in the United States should be welcome as part of the Great Melting Pot of Freedom experiment. And for roughly two-centuries, this system worked with great success. Until September 11, 2001, that is.
Foreigners arrived on our shores, en masse, often with a mere suitcase of personal items, others wearing only inner tubes for flotation, to join society in an attempt to start life anew. Jobs, opportunities, housing, sanitary conditions, religious freedom, safety, besides a legal system that applied to all, were the attractive draws for legal immigrants seeking to help our nation thrive.
Once here, these ‘transplants’ learned English, while adopting new cultures, to be better suited to find employment. Unfortunately, those radical Muslim terrorists, along with angry Central and South Americans, brought hate and spite with them. What was missing was something called assimilation.
Nearly immediately taking to the streets to demand welcoming gifts, these illegal transplants were adamant they had no intention of learning English, American culture, doffing their native costumes, or following the Democrats’ earnest plea to “follow the rule of law,” much less assimilating in America.
Need proof? These arrogant miscreants snatched their free cellphones, gift cards, meals, housing vouchers, and transportation tickets with one hand while proudly holding flags of their origin countries with the other.
Missing in action? Equally proud Americans to stand face-to-face with these societal dregs to demand their removal from the finest nation out of the 193 countries, worldwide.
Also missing were politicians needed to stand tall against these human-like leeches to proclaim, “Enough! Go home!”
Pious pols from both sides of the aisle were much too busy pandering for votes in order to retain their seats on the guvment Gravy Train of Posterity. Helping their constituents sneak across our borders to enter the Land of Milk and Honey, slimy politicians from toilets such as Somalia found ways to match those efforts exhibited by South of the Border Congressional Representatives.
Always looking for the loophole, they worked into applicable legislation that often treat illegal immigrants better – giving them more rights than natives – all to continue the grift of helping the downtrodden seemingly vanished when constituents begged for relief from these decades-long invasions.
Missing? Prosecutors, District Attorneys, as well as jurists whose jobs are to mete out appropriate and timely justice against those who don’t follow laws keeping neighborhoods safe, secure, and palatable to everyone. Rather, only the newcomers are granted “special” protections and latitude in cases involving many heinous crimes.
But just how are these un-American vermin able to fly under the proverbial radar with impunity while conducting hustles of drug dealing, child sex trafficking, gang activities, and theft/shoplifting? By hiding behind the words “racism” and “xenophobia.”
In this case, missing in action are everyday people with spines, armed with information, to aver their displeasure over those smarmy tactics and loopholes willing to complain to their Representatives to “do your job!” If not, they, too, are missing in action.
Senators and Congressmen are employees of We the People. They get paid lots and lots of money, plus perks, extended vacations, with some receiving the occasional kickback. They regularly have their overly large egos massaged, while rubbing elbows with A-listers. But it’s their job to do the will of their constituents – those who cast votes for them – who want to know their issues are addressed.
If not, there’s another election upcoming. And should your Representative be missing in action, their résumés should be updated. Just sayin’.
