about the decline and fall of the Republic.

We aren’t going to be able to fix it and we aren’t going to be able to stop it. There are too many idiots.

While fixing it would be a relatively simple matter of eliminating the idiots, and while that is a remarkably simple thing to do, it’s also not a very Christian thing to do. Islam is able to murder anyone who disagrees with it, or force them into submission (See Surah 9.5, “Then when the Sacred Months (the 1st, 7th, 11th, and 12th months of the Islamic calendar) have passed, then kill the Mushrikun {unbelievers} wherever you find them, and capture them and besiege them, and prepare for them each and every ambush.”) Christians tend to leave the destruction of the evil to the Creator. In the end, prayer works far better anyway, but it means a lot of suffering for a lot of very good people. And, frankly, nobody sane wishes eternal torment on anyone, and Christians tend to pray for the leading of Muslims away from their darkness and into the light. All the ones I know, do, anyway.

No, none of that is going to happen. I have hostages to my fortune after all, people I love and care about, and even if i were inclined to convert people by force, the way Islam does, they would be used as handles to control me.

At this point, most of what is left, is to remember that we lived in a golden age. We lived in an age of Eisenhower and Reagan. An age of muscle cars. An age of Toy Caldwell and Freddie Mercury and David Bowie. An age of Carey Grant and John Wayne and Kate and Audrey Hepburn. An age of Mel Brooks and Akira Kurosawa and Francis Ford Coppola. An age of Neil Armstrong and Chuck Yeager and Thor Heyerdahl. An age of W Edwards Deming and Joe Shivers and Joseph Engelburger.

Sure, lots of cool stuff is happening today. And may happen aagin someday, when people’s imagination and creativity are no longer hamstrung by political correctness and government’s nannying intervention. But it will be a long time before we see all this again, at the level it happened during my lifetime.

What there remains, is to be St Patrick. To assemble and save the remnants of the greatness we once were, in case someone comes along that is capable of it again. They may not, but the human spirit is pretty strong, and who knows, some generations hence, the time may come when a kid picks up a dusty book and reads, and wishes, and dreams.

Our heritage is too valuable to lose, and the lessons we’re learning now- or should be- are scars too deep to overlook.