NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.
First, some personal notes. Please excuse my writing hiatus. The move to Utah was troublesome enough- and then the deaths of my dear mother and beloved Uncle Bob required two trips back to New Jersey. They were both WWII vets- and my children and I provided them with proper military honors.
In regard to Mom, let me say that taking care of her for nearly four years was by far the hardest task of my life. As time goes by, I hope the bitter memories of my human failings fade- finally superseded by recollection of countless summer hours on our Plymouth Place beach and the hundreds of miles we logged together on Ocean City’s boardwalk. And yes, sounding Taps for my own mother was most difficult- just as when I played for my father.
Captain Heath Jenni is currently in a combat zone and was unable to attend his grandmother’s funeral on 20 December 2011. However, Major Shoshannah Jenni, CW2 Trevor Jenni, Major Christian Jenni and Major Connie Lane (a fine son and Soldier) were present in their dress blues to represent both our family and a grateful nation. Before leaving the cemetery, we also saluted my uncle- Stewart Willever, Radioman Second Class, United States Navy. A hero of Bataan, he was on PT 41 in March of 1942 when she carried General Mac Arthur from Corregidor to Mindanao, away from the invading Japanese. Uncle Vape was finally captured on 6 May 1942 and remained a POW for more than three years, eventually being shipped to Japan and forced to mine coal. Liberated from the Osaka Main Camp in the fall of 1945, he carried bayonet scars and bitter memories for the rest of his life.
The five of us, all still in full uniform, then paid a visit to Uncle Bob. It would be the last time we would see him alive. Robert Paulus served on the Battleship New Jersey in the South Pacific. Oh, how his face lit up as we stood before him and saluted! When he suffered a severe stroke about ten years ago, I happened to be there in the hospital as he clung to life by a thread. I told him that it wasn’t yet “time for Anchors Away.” At the cemetery on 14 February 2012, just before sounding Taps, I played Anchors Away…
And now to politics.
I continue to support Mitt Romney- although my profound respect for Ron Paul remains unabated. Conversely, my distrust and disgust toward both Gingrich and Santorum increase daily…
Regarding Santorum in particular, I agree with Ron Paul completely. Rick is a “fake.” This week’s fiasco in Michigan wherein Rick joined forces with the UAW (and probably the DNC as well) to instigate Dem votes against Romney was the last straw. After demeaning John Fitzgerald Kennedy, I thought Santorum could surely stoop no lower- but he did.
Moreover, I note the Latter-day Saint Romney by far received the greater share of Michigan’s Catholic vote. Perhaps, Roman Catholics have grown weary of the Catholic Santorum pandering to Evangelicals.
And get this straight, my friends. “Anybody but Romney” is simply code for “Anybody but a Mormon.” This kind of bunk irritated me in 1960- and it still irritates me now…
Meanwhile, President Obama- and it pains me deeply to call Barry by that appellation- continues to be the worst Commander-in-Chief in American history. His latest apology to Afghan Muslims defies all logic and decency. Obama has become a master at failed negotiation from a position of weakness.
And will somebody please tell me why Eric Holder still has a federal job?
I guess another reason for my personal paucity of political fireworks of late is simply my utter disgust for a political framework in Washington which has allowed such an obvious fraud to remain as America’s CEO. Indeed, Obama makes Santorum’s charade seem like small potatoes…
Well, my dear conservative friends, I suppose these candid remarks may further alienate some of you- but defeating Obama in November is the only reason I continue to write. With all my painful human failings, I know that even I could lead America much better than the boob presently in power…
Richard Allan Jenni