I grew up in a military family and lived on military bases most of my early life, five years of which were spent on Guantanamo Bay in Cuba. Honestly, it was the most Americana place I’ve ever lived. Think Mayberry surrounded by minefields. Thankfully we didn’t often encounter the minefields, but we knew they were there.
Fourth of July was always the biggest day of the year. We had parades with tanks and marching bands
and floats and classic convertibles with pretty girls waving from the back. The
rest of the day would be filled with motocross races and boxing matches, track
and field events and midway games and endless food. And everything was topped
off with a concert and fireworks once the sun set.
Never a great student, I went from one grade to the next
holding on by my fingertips, except for history and social studies. I was fascinated about history and loved
reading about the Greeks and Romans and Egyptians, but mostly about America and
WW II, which at that time had only been over for about 30 years. We of course
studied the Constitution and what led to the Revolution, but we also read about
slavery and the Trail of Tears and watched Roots. America was great, even if it
was imperfect.
My joining the military after school was never a question.
My parents never pushed me, but it was just what you did. And so after college
I spent two years in the Army, stationed in what was then West Germany. One of
the most interesting things I encountered while there was an old west town the local
Germans had built. It looked like something straight out of Bonanza. Inside each of the buildings was a wide
collection of Americana, most of which was oddly anachronistic, like Mickey
Mouse clocks and old pinball machines and lava lamps. The interesting thing
was, these people loved everything American. Despite the war that was only a
generation away, America was a place of dreams, a place of adventure, a place
where anything was possible.
That didn’t surprise me because my entire life I’d known that
America was great. It was imperfect, but
I knew that it was fundamentally good, and that most Americans were
fundamentally good.
After leaving the Army I went to grad school and earned my MBA and began my
life as an entrepreneur, which I’ve done for the last 30 years. In all honesty, I’m a terrible entrepreneur. I’ve had some great ideas, but most came to
naught. Aside from one minor success early on – a company teaching kids about
investing and entrepreneurship, where
I interviewed a young Elon Musk – every one of my entrepreneurial endeavors
has been a bust.
But here’s the thing, I’ve always known that my life is
better because of entrepreneurs and patriots who have come before me. Our founding fathers gave us a constitution
that created the foundation for the freest nation in human history, which in
turn created unprecedented opportunities for entrepreneurs and innovators to
risk doing great things and then earn a reward for success. For me, America was the land of opportunity,
the place where anyone with a good idea and willing to put in the sweat and
take some risks could find success.
I’m talking about the billions being funneled through fake
or leftist NGOs that DOGE exposed. I’m
talking about the people who took
PPP money during Covid and used it to live like rapper kings. I’m talking
about the daycare fraud in Minnesota and the homeless grift in California and
the home health fraud in Maine and elsewhere.
Not to mention the trillions wasted on countless green energy scams and
the billions that go to support people who are here illegally.
I’m talking about the people we see using EBT cards to buy
lobster and steak while working people are living on Ramen noodles and hot
dogs. I’m talking about families who
have been in Section 8 housing and on welfare for generations while working
people are living like college students, sharing rooms and couch surfing among
friends. I’m talking about colleges and companies dropping standards and
accepting people not because of their hard work and merit, but because of a
diversity thumb stuck on the scale.
The point of all of this is that over the last couple of
years I’ve started to ask myself if I’m a sucker… and that maybe I have a lot
of company. I’ve worked hard my whole
life and paid my taxes and aside from a college loan (non-forgiven) and a small
PPP loan (forgiven) when Covid lockdowns hammered our business, I’ve never
taken a penny from the government. Actually, my goal was always the opposite,
to become sufficiently successful that I’d actually have to hire accountants to
do my taxes. And I wanted to do that by
helping make other people’s lives easier or better. That’s how fortunes have traditionally been made
in America. Whether it was inventing the elevator or flash frozen food or
selling Beanie Babies, you create a product or service that others are willing
to voluntarily exchange their money for.
That’s America’s magic, a win-win exchange where everyone gets what they
value most.
But today I look around and I see companies laying off
Americans while simultaneously bringing in millions of H1B visa workers. I see grifting NGOs lining their pockets and using
taxpayer dollars to keep Democrats in power – who then attack America at every
turn. I look at the fact that more than 50% of
the money government spends is redistribution and half the country doesn’t
pay income taxes.
And I wonder, why would anyone choose to follow the rules
when it would be easier to simply run a scam or suckle at the government teat? I understand that working hard and being
honest is a part of one’s character, but at what point do conscientious people
say “I’m done working my ass off just so everyone else can live like kings off
my sweat”?
I love America and I always will, and I’m not giving up, but
I have to wonder about the future. When someone like me who bleeds red, white
& blue starts to question if it makes sense to do the right thing, I can’t
imagine what the young people educated in the anti-American forges we call
schools think.
From Athens and Rome to the Abbasid Caliphate and Song
China, most of history’s greatest empires collapsed because they betrayed the
very things that made them great in the first place. For America that’s freedom and
opportunity. To the degree that grift, government
corruption and “largesse” have replaced hard work, risk and merit as the
primary avenues for “success” the Republic’s days are numbered. Sadly, I don’t
see any signs in Washington that many of the people in charge of the system are
much interested in fixing it.
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