A Mystery
In History
Donald John Trump turns 79-years-old today. How nice for him.
Weather permitting, the public is invited to celebrate his natal moment for ten hours on the National Mall before the U.S. Army surrenders its 250-year history to his ego.
The military parade starts at the Pentagon, then crosses the Memorial Bridge spanning the Potomac River as it proceeds down Constitution Avenue past the presidential viewing and live concert stand at the Ellipse, ending on 15th street.
The heavens above this ground display will host helicopters from which will leap military personnel with the critical mission assignment of presenting a folded American flag to the Birthday Boy.
After which the sky will proclaim the glory of the Dear Leader in a fireworks display funded by the American taxpayers.
The basis for flag presentation part of the event is a bit confused. The folded flag usually is an honor offered as a condolence to family members of a military member fallen in heroic defense of his/her loved ones specifically and the country at large. We know for sure the current commander-in-chief never saw live military service or action.
So, to whom is he related that gave their last full measure in service to America? And wrecked his heart with their passing? Well, he IS joined by vote, rather than blood or vow, to millions. Maybe a personal loss lies in the passing, while in uniform, of one of those true believers. Here’s who it’s not:
1. Lady Liberty;
2. Lady Justice; or,
3. Those of us consigned by the plurality of Election 2024 to death by 1000 cuts to law, order, custom, and simple decency
We are the walking wounded.
We are the party poopers.
Find us in the streets by the millions defying The Man Who Would Be King.
His event may be weather-challenged.
We are not.
We are offended in any season for one good reason.
We resent and resist tyranny.
And, today, the Birthday Boy is the symbol of it.