Dear Uncle, you recently celebrated your 239th birthday but I did not attend the party. I tried very hard to get into the spirit of the occasion, watched countless TV programs extolling the event, even bought a new flag to hang by the gate. My effort was in vain. I just could not bring myself to look you in the eye, wish you a happy birthday and pretend that all was well.
You’ve changed, uncle, and I scarcely recognize you any more. Where are all the promises you made that year before your actual birth? What of all the reasons (grievances) you spoke of when you convinced us to separate ourselves from old King George? When you talked about “taxation without representation” you never even hinted that you would eventually have a tax code that ran some 65,000 pages and be incomprehensible to all, even those who crafted it.
Speaking of taxation without representation, how can we say we are represented when the rules are so convoluted we cannot even hope to understand them. I get that you need taxes to operate but what you have given us is a set of regulations designed to obfuscate and to further enrich special interests at the expense of the ordinary guy.
And what about those folks you have running the tax collection apparatus, not to mention the State Department and the Justice Department. How can you allow people who are under investigation for possibly having committed high crimes and treason, to blithely destroy subpoenaed evidence and then say, “it’s all gone, so what?” Where is the rule of law as applied to those who work within your bosom?
You gave us a government that was made up of three equal parts. Checks and balances, you said. How is it that your Supreme Court can declare rights under your constitution that were never written into that document and how can it uphold laws that were never legislated or ignore the plain language of a law in favor of some subjective interpretation of “intent”? It would seem that they’ve ripped the blindfold off of Lady Justice and are using it to shine the shoes of the administration and its special interests.
You knew from the beginning that changes would occur over your lifetime and that’s why you included an amendments process, a device to adjust the constitution to address those changes. Yet you allow your courts and your administrative branch to craft new laws by executive order and through bureaucratic regulations that have the force of law and you say nothing.
If your Supreme Court and your Administrative Branch can collude to run the country then what need have you for the 535 members of the Houses of Congress? I realize that they must spend the vast majority of their time campaigning and raising funds for their next election but shouldn’t they be left with some legislative or budgetary duties?
Another question, uncle, why have you permitted Lady Liberty to move her “golden door” from New York Harbor to the Rio Grande? There must be a logical reason why you have allowed, nay encouraged, so many people to illegally enter the country and then have gone so far out of your way to make it difficult to send them packing.
How can a city, any city, on its own authority declare that it will not follow federal law and you just say, “uh, okay”? You discovered that the barbarians were at the gate and you responded by handing them the key.
You crafted the world’s premier fighting force. I proudly wore one of its uniforms for ten years. How can it be that the most important mission you can find for this fine group of young people is to travel the globe and engage in nation building? Where is the advantage to you in spending blood and treasure to craft, install and prop up a dictator only to return in a few years to topple that very same person and replace him or her with yet another?
Haven’t you learned that you cannot export democracy as you would a load of farm fresh carrots? For democracy to flourish it has to have people naturally inclined to build it for themselves.
And now you have embarked on yet another foolish quest, a further revision of history and cultural cleansing of our nation’s past as if hiding what some consider to be dirty laundry will somehow make it to have never happened.
Uncle, the problem isn’t your people, it’s you. Sit down, have a cup of tea, and read through those foundational documents you so proudly gave us. Maybe you aren’t so far gone that you will fail to see where you went wrong.
And one final thing, lay off the little blue pills. You’ve already diddled us quite enough, thank you.