For half a century, America defended our own freedom by standing watch on distant borders. After the shipwreck of communism came years of relative quiet, years of repose, years of sabbatical. And then there came a day of fire.Almost maudlin enough to bring a tear to one's eye. Those were the days, eh? Ahh Georgie - if only I'd known you cared!
Not so sure about that "shipwreck of communism" image, though. What kind of ship were you thinking of? I seem to be picturing a sleek three-masted clipper, myself. Grounded on a rocky shore under leaden skies, tattered sheets blowing in the gale, and no one aboard (well, no one but Fidel and a few million Cubans).
Bonus observation: Note how our President stealthily includes eight months of his own first Administration among those "years of sabbatical"! Haha! Take that, Michael Moore!
No comments:
Post a Comment