While I was in Iraq, I made the acquaintance of an Iraqi Christian man named Fred. Yes, that was his real name. He said his father had been studying the history of Germany when he was born, so he was named for King Frederick. This post is dedicated to him, and a conversation we had during our short association, especially since I honestly don’t know what ultimately happened to him.
Earlier today I got into a conversation with a fellow conservative who is so fed up with the way this country is headed that he’s ready to pull up stakes and move elsewhere. I let him know in no uncertain terms that I patently disagree with this course of action. In so doing, I found myself speaking to a woman who apparently had been contemplating the same thing, and my answer gave her reason to stop and think.
This conversation took place in the comments section of a video on YouTube, and the guy I’d initially spoken with suggested that all conservatives ought to just quit the country, move elsewhere, and leave the Progressives to the natural consequences of their misbegotten ideologies. Oh, so much wrong with this idea.
I jokingly suggested that we should simply move all of the Progressives to California, grant them their independence, and let them enjoy the natural consequences. Meanwhile, we would simply resettle any Californians who wish to avoid that mess in our own communities, and move on from there. I was being facetious of course, but it still struck a certain note with me.
It took me back to a conversation that Fred and I had. I once asked him if he’d ever considered immigrating elsewhere. Given that he has a background in communications, and the ability to speak fluent English with almost no discernible accent, I told him he could go just about anywhere and live comfortably.
He responded that Iraq is his home, that he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, and that he wouldn’t be leaving for any reason. Given the condition that Iraq was in back then (2008), I felt the need to question his sanity. People like him were being targeted for death and destruction, and he was perfectly willing to risk it all in order to remain exactly where home is.
Today, as I look out at my own country, I see now why he chose as he did. He is a patriot, and loves his country, warts and all. This isn’t to say that those who choose to immigrate are somehow less than, given that life for me would be very different if my dad hadn’t come to the U.S., but the worst thing that can happen for an ailing country is for all of the good people to simply flee.
I look at my country, and to my shock, I’m able to draw parallels between Iraq in 2008 and the U.S. in 2017. Our country has certainly been taken by various forms of insanity and moral bankruptcy the likes of which hasn’t been seen since Sodom and Gomorrah, or more appropriately, Rome under Emperor Caligula.
Much like ancient Rome, we have barbarians knocking at our gate, and some fool has decided to invite them in. Between groups like AntiFa, BLM, BAMN, and many more, we’ve found ourselves headed down a path that simply does not bode well for anyone. Sadly, even the useful idiots “protesting” by hitting people with bike locks and whatnot aren’t aware that this mess will one day come home to roost, and they’ll be the ones paying the price.
In Iraq, Fred had to contend with insurgent groups who hated Christians, who regarded him as a traitor for working with Americans, and who wouldn’t have had any qualms about dumping his dead and mutilated body on a street somewhere. In the U.S., we have people who look upon shameful incidents like the massacre in Las Vegas, and find something other than contempt and sadness for the shooter. There are those who see that example of abject terror as a good thing, and this can’t be anything short of abhorrent. It really is enough to make one’s heart and spirit sick.
Now, I find myself standing in Fred’s shoes. Someone has raised the possibility of leaving, and such an idea is simply offensive to me. My grandmother patiently waited for years to immigrate to this country. My Dad, in spite of the fact that English was not his first language, wouldn’t allow any of us to speak Spanish until we had mastered English. My entire family instilled a strong work ethic in me, along with an inborn, genetic form of stubbornness that won’t allow me to quit on anything.
It’s for those reasons, along with many others, that I absolutely refuse to leave this country. In spite of all of the problems, this is still the greatest country in the world. It’s still the freest country in the world, and I’m willing to give my last breath in order to ensure it stays that way. To me, leaving isn’t even an option, unless God Himself says otherwise. I will not teach my children that giving up is a viable option to problem solving.
In response to my flippant resettlement program, one woman responded, ” I had to laugh, yet pause with your response to conservatives leaving the nation. As someone who’s seriously considering it myself, with much reservation especially considering the the effects on the like if my own grandchildren and their children. However our nation just seems so doomed… so overrun with the brainwashed of so many decades. It’s really a tough call to make”
I told her what I had said about my own family, and she let me know that I’ve given her much to think about. It was the most positive conversation I’ve had on YouTube in a long time. I still keep going back to that conversation with Fred. What he said to me was so profound.
It’s why I can’t help but chuckle every time I hear anyone threaten to immigrate to Canada if things don’t turn out the way they want. It’s why I find myself grinding my teeth when I see footage of people swarming over others, because they don’t like their political beliefs. It’s why my heart grieves so deeply for those people affected by the Las Vegas massacre, along with every other terrorist act committed by AntiFa, BLM, BAMN, Daesh, and many others. It’s also why I spend every day fearing for my children, and why I spend so much time praying that the Lord protect us all from ourselves.
Now, for the hard part. Since I first heard about the massacre in Las Vegas, I’ve really struggled with how to address this. Make no mistake about it, I categorically condemn any and all forms of terrorism, especially when it’s targeted at large numbers of innocent people. This goes for the mess in Ferguson, the attacks on police officers nationwide, the riots and protests at Mizzou, UC Berkely, the shooting in San Bernardino, and most especially the massacre in Las Vegas.
I mean, how do I explain to my kids that there are forms of evil walking this planet that can’t be described? That there will be times when all we can do is get down on our knees and pray that the Lord forgive those involved, that He give us all the strength to keep on going and that He grant us some kind of understanding for what we keep seeing before our eyes? How?
A man with no apparent motive goes to a hotel room overlooking a major concert event, knocks out the glass on two of his windows, and proceeds to murder 59 people, while wounding and traumatizing thousands more, is someone who has found a reason to surrender any shred of humanity he might have once had. That he had no criminal history just adds to the confusion given that he was in his 60’s.
As if this tragedy wasn’t enough, certain people chose to stand on the graves of those killed, and turn this into a political circus. The nerve of some people. Their bodies aren’t even cold, and you turn them into political fodder for your pet cause, in spite of the fact that it wouldn’t have done a thing to prevent a single death. I’m looking at you, Hillary Rodham-Clinton.
I’m reminded of an old saying. “Complaining about a problem without offering workable solutions is known as whining.” Mrs. Clinton, my advice to you is that you either find something constructive to say, offer up a solution that will 1) work, and 2) not seek to infringe upon the rights of MILLIONS of innocent people everywhere, or you can sit down, shut up and let the adults figure this mess out. Just go back to making your husband deservedly miserable, you old hack.
Nothing about this makes sense. I suppose that’s the silver lining. If it made sense, then one would have to answer some seriously uncomfortable questions about themselves, now wouldn’t they? I guess I have that going for me. I can’t wrap my head around what leads a person to see mass murder as justifiable.
Well, this has gone on long enough. Y’all have a nice day, be blessed, and find a way to be good to each other, for God’s sake. I don’t care which side of the aisle you stand on, this has got to stop. No more innocent people need suffer over what amounts to differences of opinions.