Dear World,
Please forgive my adolescent child, the United States of America. It’s been a tough few decades but the last several years have been, by far, the worst. Who would have thought that puberty would have been so tough for this child once known as the land of the free and the home of the brave?
What? Those words are offensive. Oh!
My child—this nation for which I have such great hope—rejects all that is good and holy. Authority is to be rejected at every turn. Selfishness is the order of the day.
Standing guidance that has served the family well for years—the Bible and the Constitution—are kicked to the curb without any regard for the consequences.
We don’t stand for our own symbol of freedom in a quest to ensure freedom for all, or is it for more money? I can’t remember.
We can no longer tell male from female and think that’s a better way.
Boys and girls decide for themselves if they want to be a boy or girl without regard to the equipment package issued at birth.
People can decide their own nationality based on, well, whatever. Today, I feel Native American. No wait, I am surely Hispanic or maybe Polish. It’s not fair that they won’t let me be a unicorn.
Laundry detergent has been used to speed the brainwashing process.
Nasal cavities are flossed with condoms.
We tell private businesses that they must conform to the public demand, unless the public demands that we leave our favorite businesses to mind their own business and don’t meddle in their affairs.
Conservative values are always wrong, and usually the grounds for a hateful protest.
Foul-mouthed children rule our homes.
Parents disrespect educators who inherit the anti-authority mindset in students.
Violent video games provide the moral boundaries of this time.
We get more excited about legalizing marijuana than we do teaching our children to read and write.
We think everything should be free and nobody should have to work. This one might be related to the previous statement in that some have not waited for legalization.
Babies with heartbeats in their mother’s wombs are discarded with the weekly garbage, unless they can be scrapped for medical parts.
Love one another gets kicked to the curb for Black, Blue, or whatever color lives matter this week. We can’t just say that all life is sacred or we would be conflicted about this baby-killing thing.
A rifle that kills a dozen people is evil but an organization that kills half a million a year is worthy of our tax dollars.
We get into fights all over the globe thinking we are the good guys and then can’t figure out why we overlooked two dozen other ever-so-similar situations. When it’s all said and done, we don’t know how to get out of the messes we dived head first into.
We spend our grandchildren’s money before they have a say in it. They won’t need student loans to be in debt. They will be born into it.
On top of all this, we have given our child a learner’s permit. This is not for a vehicle. This is for social media. We can’t use it with any civility and we can’t leave it alone. Misery must truly love company as our neighbor to the north is addicted as well. They tout themselves as the hemisphere’s consultant. In any case, it could be a hundred years or more before anyone learns how to drive this monstrosity and gets licensed.
Please be patient with my child, the United States of America. Pray that it’s just a phase of pimples and puberty and one day we will get back to being a light for the rest of the world.
Thank you for your patience.
