Saturday, June 28, 2025

 


Born in 1935, my remembered years as a child, were mostly concerned with not having enough money to pay our bills. Then too, there was the War. Our Nation was at war. My little bank book had savings stamps. The way of life was determined by little books of stamps which were our ability to buy stuff like gasoline, sugar, meat, shoes, tires as we were compelled as our National policy of imposed rationing. There was one thing though, we were ONE as a Nation.

The changes of rationing was our duty as our part of the war effort as it was called. Never did we think that the rationing was pulling us in different directions as a Nation. We were One and even as Children, we were proud of our little stamp books.

Each stamp cost 10 cents.

It seems as though our National slogan has become reversed. Out of one we are becoming many. The Supreme Court is partly to blame for this as the policies our the current administration has instituted new directions for our National philosophy.


When the Supreme Court overturned Roe Wade, and made the States responsible for a woman's Choice, some states have choice some do not. Now the Court has again made some States amiable to the Constitutions 14th amendment section 1, which gives automatic citizenship to those children born in the United States, and some will not.



Our Nation has become a patchwork quilt of states who are at a life and death contradiction with each other. It seems like we are a war within our Nation. No stamp books can help with this, of a Supreme Court deliberately destroying our Constitution...I weep.


Why does our National spirit not rise up and say, enough is enough? The very fabric of Civility for each other seems to be in question. The President spreads his hatred of the immigrants, and seeks to have the Court uphold his executive orders as though they are NOW the Constitutional requirements for our Nation. Will our Constitution survive until the midterms? For all practical purposes the President has become a dictator.

Out of One, we have become Many...






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