As a member of a generation which grew up in a Spartan America, in which most men had to serve in the military; as a member of a generation which was bled to death in the jungles of Vietnam by a Panglossian Globalist Administration which wanted to democratize an unwilling people who wanted to be left alone; as a member of a generation which rallied from a cruel and  unnecessary sacrifice to defeat the Soviet Union of the Cheka, NKVD and KGB, this Blogger has grave and grievous concerns about turning over the future of the Republic to the New Thinking of Millennials, Nancy Pelosi’s “NEW AMERICANS.’ They just don’t think right; they have abandoned knowledge learned from painful lessons to indulge in sociological fantasy. They have forgotten that Mankind is riven by primordial and atavistic urges. Rather than attempt to have society control or govern such primeval forces, the New Americans wish them away. They use sociological jargon, as a magical ritual chant,  to ward off ...

Judy and this Blogger had flown from Cairo into Luxor, to catch the river boat up the Nile to Aswan. We were lodged in this wonderful,  old British Empire era hotel, with horses and carriages lined up in front. We would take the carriages to the KARNAK  Temple Complex, where, hand in hand, we would stroll at sunset where Alexander the Great walked. One night, we shared an Ouzo with the Greek Riverboat Captain, who was going to take us Up The Nile.  Ah, so Romantic, so Byronic. It could have been 1820. One night, while we were sound asleep, there was an insistent and incessant knock on the room door. ‘ ALL GUESTS TO THE MAIN BALLROOM.” We dressed and joined the herd of tourists massing in the ballroom. They sorted us out by passports, clustering the nationalities together. When it was sorted out, all the guests were lined up, around the room  against the wall; the Egyptian hotel workers, and the Egyptian river crew who had joined us for dinner the night before , h...