Several years ago my wife and I got to experience the plebian version of honesty first hand. We had a hurricane in our area, and to me it had the effect of a winnowing fan. It isn’t that I got any real surprises it was just that the suspicions I had about certain types of people were brought into the open by this storm. To me it was the perfect storm.

     During that hurricane my oldest son and daughter went to stay at a friends house to ride the storm out. During the night somebody got into someone’s pocket and stole eighty or so dollars. We got a call a few days later by one of the kids and it turned out my son had a feeling he knew exactly who had committed this breach of friendship. He went and talked to the guy for a little bit and got him to fess up to it and return what was left of the money (about $30.00 or so). What followed after that was shocking to both of us. In a way I was grateful for the opportunity provided by the perfect storm given birth by the hurricane. There was an opportunity to teach my own kids in all of this. They learned the difference between two completely separate cultures in this world and I’m glad for it.

     Now for the secondary storm which was the most powerful of all. The moment the money was returned with a promise of later repayment of the balance, it was over. I asked my kids what had been done after the money was returned. My son told me “Nothing” because it was now over because nobody cared about it anymore. Where did he get that? He got it from the adults who were the parents of both the thief and the victim. He also got it from the parents of the other kids who were present for the rather sordid ordeal. One of the parents called to thank us for letting our son work it all out and my wife asked this parent if they even cared who it was who had committed this breach of trust. The answer was appalling. “No, he got his money back so it is over.” My wife asked if it bothered them that one of their kids friends was a thief. None of the parents talked to afterwards cared who had done it. The money had been returned. It was over and the money was all that mattered. There were eight kids present for this event. Two of them understood what had happened and the rest of them to all accounts are lost to this society. The two that understood the reality of the incident are my kids. The others? They are to this day pursuing foolishness and guilt free dishonesty in its many liberal and diverse forms, both legal and illegal.

     What, to the dull of wit, was a tempest in a teapot was to me the exposure of a rift between two completely different worlds. Shouting across the chasm which had opened for all to see brought not even an echo, just blank looks. Not one of those people could see what they allowed in their midst because of the discomfort they shunned by refusing to deal with an obvious fact. They will forever be surrounding themselves with those who, like themselves, don’t understand the difference between right and wrong. Because of that they will for their entire lives be facing the same problems over and over again. They say there are no such things as victims in the world, only volunteers. In this case that is quite true.

     What does this have to do with politics? Mention Reagan around any one of these people and their little faces twist up with a hatred that is almost shocking. Say something about Clinton that isn’t positive and they will tell you what a great job he did. Ask them to name one thing he accomplished and they give you the same blank stares they gave across that chasm that opened up those days after the perfect storm. They have no answer for that question. You’re now asking them to be specific and that requires intelligent thinking and critical reasoning skills. Leftism requires a large amount of contemptible theft and thoughtless behavior. It requires one to willingly take from those that work and give to those that won’t. It also requires the politicians to keep the ignoble right where they are. The honest ignoble or socialist is as common as the unicorn these days. They also represent the exact opposite too. The socialist represents willful slavery, theft, the hill of skulls in Cambodia, the death camps (Laogis) in China, the gulags in Russia, willful ignorance and people of the Clintons ilk. The unicorn represents immortality of the human soul and all that is good.

     How did it come to this? We quit teaching silly little things like morals. The ignoble now learn from the ignoble. Morals aren’t silly at all and are the very underpinnings of our society. Read a story in school that is about something of value these days and the teacher will be trashed for being backwards and biased by a group of people who are masters at creating a tempest in a teapot. Too many people take the low road because they feel it’s easier. They then wonder why things fall apart around them continuously. They fall prey to the tempest in the teapot and summon through inaction and thoughtlessness a most destructive storm.