(March 11, 2018)
As I was tellin’ some young people recently, These United States (of America) – is, or are if you want to be old-school precise as The Queen might put it – NOT A Democracy! Why do I say that? Lemme tells ya!
When my two brothers and I were very young my family was so poor we boys got only one meal a day – from just before sunrise to well after sunset. Dad had his breakfast earlier. Then we got up, washed and dressed if it was a schoolday, made beds if we minded but that was Mom’s only point-of-snoop since she never went into our dresser drawers and never entered a closed bedroom door without knocking. So we got indoctrinated in polite manners by osmosis, you might say. But back to the point: Dad was brought up poor, too. Most of his life he ate before the birds sang because he went to work – in our days at the start at least, for the United States’ Navy. As we neared teenhood he spent his time practice-bombing Russia – but then it was called The Soviet Union though its full nomenclature was Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, but that was mostly eyewash for the hopeful useful fools who will shear themselves if you loan them – on time payments – the clippers because all those Unions and Republics in the name fooled a lot of people out of remembering that country was a Socialist State and neither a democracy nor a republic. Dad’s last plane was the Navy’s first twin-engined aircraft carrier-capable atomic- and thermo-nuclear bomb-capable attack jet called the Douglass A3-D, or as some sailor wags named it The All Three Dead since it had no ejection capability what with all those other capabilities (a hole in the flight deck room and a slide for my pop who was the airplane’s enlisted Plane Captain, in-flight aviation machinist’s mate of several varieties including motor, and what I like to think of as the cherry on top was the navigator/bombadier. Yep. He was the reason those officer guys up front and on top carried Dad around The Great Circle Route to deliver unto The Heathen Reds the Single Integrated Operations Plan – also known as Put Russia back to the Stone Ages. He flew all over the place practice-bombing sometimes in The Whale, which was the Navy’s official and semi-unofficial nickname for the A3-D, which was used from its inception and acceptance by The Nave in the early 1950s through the Desert Storm operations of the 1990 as a aerial radar and communications bus and aerial flight operations control center. The Whale was the plane made famous in The Flight of The Intruder movie starring Gene Hackman as the sole survivor of the intel-gathering of the Air Force’s version of the A3-D which it called the B-66. Only the A3 and the McDonnell-Douglass F4F Phantom II were accepted by the Air Force from The Navy until recent reorientation of all Armed Forces to make things go smoother, but still at the astronomic prices, when it came to hardware acquisition.
The practice bombing as necessary.
All those nations which began calling themselves Democracies began threatening – and many still do to this day – The Republic known as The United States of America. If you would, please turn in our hymnal to the nation’s Pledge of Allegiance…”and The Republic for which it stands…” part in that pledge which uses our National Ensign – the flag: Old Glory – as the symbol for which it – The Republic – stands. Now, we are getting somewhere. Yes, Virginia. We are a Republic. And we stand.
We are, in fact, a representative republic with our representatives elected to serve both the people of the districts in the several states by Congressmen in Congressional Districts in the Several States and by the then-appointed by State Legislatures and now by popular vote – every citizen of adult age who desires to participate – in a democratically elected fashion. I suspect the bear-chasing-the-fly in the ointment is the phrase “democratically” elected, meaning one man (and in this case man means both men and women so shut up and suffer! – which confuses many politicians and almost all newspaper, radio and television talking heads into thinking our nation is a Democracy.
In a democracy it’s one-man one-vote, just like it is in our Representative Republic. The ointment’s Bear-And-Fly is that in a democracy everyone has a say. In a representative republic we vote to elect representatives and now senators to have our say for us. And they do not have to say the way we say. They Represent us, not slavishly follow our bleatings as we follow the herds on television and popular media bleating about this-that-‘tothers fed by the socialists who took over our once useful public educational system and now have turned that into a daycare/penal institution with indoctrination in Socialist arcanea as its major – and other than football and basketball stars – malfunction.
We get a lot of silly out of schools these days. But look what we put into them. In a real Democracy we might have a chance to gain control – ha! – of the process by outvoting the vested interests and entrenched bureaucrats and say: let’s all go back to before Federal and State departments of Education (al indoctrination) and let the local school districts fetch us up some superior experiments in teaching kids to be kids and to use imagination and a healthy whack to the seat of the pants – or dresses if the need obtains – either at home or right outside the elementary school classroom for all to hear and learn instead of a pampering and an Armalite semi-automatic rifle for by to assuage one’s tilted self image and self hate.
But that is for another screed. I almost am finished telling you the real differences between democracies and republics. In a republic you have the freedom to work and the reason to save and the ability to eat what you sew and reap and what the sweat of your skull and your brow and back bring to you as just rewards for your toil – and the portions of your life you choose to spend in acquiring those things you want, need and desire. In a democracy, you work, often at watching others to see they need, want and desire just the same as you. But you also must not mind that the men and women above your station have special status you never can expect to earn because…well, just because they are the ones in charge. And how did they get that way? Why…wait just a minute. Didn’t you learn not to ask why in class? Go to the office of re-education young person – you see, now in our Democratic Socialist Republic we no longer have those useless and dangerous and threatening distinctions as man and woman, boy or girl: we All Are Equal now.
Just some of us are MORE equal.
And that is the difference.
And now I am going to go back uptown and eat from my garden what I grew and screw anyone who says me nay!