The none sense of it all. Iraq the latest. Afghanistan, next?
I have close to completely despaired of the Republic to the south and none of this helps me a normal dumb Canadian.
But then again it isn't my place to live in the US, eh. But the Republic does have something of an influence on me.
I'm cheered by Cmdr. Charles Smith and the members of the US Supreme Court that in my view honour what that Nation once stood to support.
Recently, as a really dumb thing, I bought my son a copy of "In Cold Blood", Capote's, at the time, stunning re-invention of print media.
I hadn't read the book for close to 30 years. I haven't forgotten the Cluttlers' murders. Me I'm old enough to have followed them and Truman in Life magazine, eh. Ha, Life, what are university stacks really for other than to see your history in pictures.
Enough. I know.
On re-reading the book I'm overwhelming struck at how my/our neighbours have or seem to have changed. And I think the change is for the worse, unfortunately.
Horrible murder by Smith and Hickock are viewed or were viewed in human terms - maybe this is Truman's writing but as I remember those times this was not the case. People were simply maybe less scared, could it be more human.
Where are the real US hero's, Neil Armstrong for example. Hope he is doing well financially meaning not starving but he actually did something and he is not selling Hummers, is he.
I think he is just likely himself. His real connect to the Republic, as an individual with some morals, is not likely up for sale to the highest bidder.
Please, please more Commander Smiths.
Now an aside.
Tomorrow is the 90th anniversary of the Somme. I had 2 great uncles killed there on July 1st. Their deaths ended the Webster name on my Nan's side. Turns out lots and lots of brothers, even twin brothers were killed 90 years ago tomorrow.
My great uncles deaths, likely completely changed the unfolding of my family ultimately and meant I'd be born in Canada.
The progeny of a third generation Irish man from Ontario blinded at the last battle of Cambrai and the sister of a couple of very young Londoners' killed at the Somme and nursing at a St Dunstin's.
The names of my great uncles were Len and Frank Webster. One has a grave one doesn't. I think of them as the boys my nana told me about as a child.
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