I have a dream . . .
Over at NRO and Free Republic ("Vietnam Vets--WE HAVE WON!!!"---(Welcome Home!!!)) they're getting a little high on the new même: Kerry's defeat is the homecoming parade the Vietnam vets never had.
Well, second, Ronald Reagan shamed the country into having a bunch of shamed-faced welcome-home parades.
First, Kerry's defeat is a good thing for the Republic. Thanks to the Swifties and everyone who supported them for exposing Kerry's lies and lying and the vicious lengths his supporters were willing to go to. But this "parade we never had" stuff is veering perilously close to sentimental slop. As Dr. Johnson told Boswell, "Clear your mind of cant!" We haven't won. We have just prevailed in one battle. Half the country is proud to embrace the lies that stuff Kerry’s empty suit.
Personally, I don’t want to walk in a parade. I dream of walking down the street and seeing one of those proverbial homeless Vietnam vets—Oh! It’s John “Band of Mongols” Kerry, kicked out by Teresa, sitting on the curb in a ragged wet suit and his old fatigue jacket, holding up a sign:
Will Marry for Money
There's more to my dream, but it begins to get uncharitable.
