The America we love is under siege from the progressive movement. Progressives want to tear down traditional American values and banish our Constitution. Why would they want to do this when Americans have historically enjoyed the most personal opportunity, the most personal freedom, the best standard of living and the best personal safety in the entire world? Traditional American values and governance under the existing Constitution do not allow progressives the ability to implement their utopian-based Marxist ideology, which ultimately gives them the power and autocratic control over American society they desire.
One American’s Opinion is a hard-hitting patriotic book that exposes successful and non-successful progressive efforts by the federal government and others in taking control of our country since the Obama administration has been in power. The resulting implications for American society are comprehensively analyzed. The areas examined include: government operation, regulation, and policy; foreign policy and national security; the mainstream news media; and the political correctness movement overtaking our country. The in-depth analysis of this progressive activity will shock you. The book concludes by evaluating and predicting the future of America based upon the author’s three years of research and his personal opinion.
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One American's Opinion
For Patriots Who Love Their Country
By R. Lynn Wilson
iUniverseCopyright © 2016 R. Lynn Wilson
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Why the Book?
When I wrote my book on leadership titled Exploring Great Leadership: A Practical Look From the Inside, I had no intent or desire to write another. So, why in the "Sam Hill" am I compelled to do it? Sam Hill is an old euphemism coined in the 1830s for the "Devil" or "Hell". On second thought, Sam Hill is not expressive enough. How about this? Television news anchor Howard Beale (played by Peter Finch) said in the 1976 satirical move Network, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more!" That's better. I am mad as hell that America is under massive attack by devious self-serving people who want to change the America I love. That is why I am writing this book.
I am not alone in my feelings. Every time I mention I'm writing a book; I am asked, "What's it about?" I tell them it's about what is politically happening to our country and its effect on our future. I almost always get the same reaction. People routinely convey far more than casual interest in their comments and with their facial expressions. Many have asked when the book is coming out and where they can buy it. We are talking about good friends, new acquaintances, and people I do not know such as employees at check out counters. I did not get close to the same intensity of reaction for my first book. Americans who believe in the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and traditional American values are feeling more and more like Howard Beale. This book is my challenge to you patriotic Americans, who feel as I do, to stick your head out the window and shout with me "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more!"
I want to begin by asking an important question. What makes us right and the other side wrong? The answer can be found through an understanding of what makes America America and what makes us Americans. I am going begin by examining my own childhood and adolescence and how that has made me the American I am. I would encourage you to do the same as you are reading.
Before we start, I want to share with you what I heard in a PragerU video. PragerU is a project that produces conservative educational videos that are five minutes in length and can be found on the Internet. This particular video is titled "Sticks and Stones" and features comedian Tom Shillue, host of Red Eye on Fox News. He said, "I grew up in a rougher and meaner, less sensitive, world. Did this rough and meaner world better prepare me to be a well-adjusted, happy adult? I would say yes." He used a saying by his mother that we all remember from our own childhood. That saying is, "Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me." Shillue concluded that saying is not utilized enough today. He commented, "The result is hyper-sensitive teenagers and college students." This is a very real and concerning issue that has serious implications for the future of our society and will be discussed later. This is certainly not reflective of my childhood and who I became. I am sure it is not reflective of your childhood or who you are either. Otherwise, you would not be reading this book. With that thought in mind let's begin.
I grew up in a small town in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky. I am a genuine hillbilly. My little hometown of Harlan is actually quite famous. In the 1930s, it was referred to as "Bloody Harlan" and was in the national news quite often. It got its name from the bloody and deadly war between the coal mining companies, union organizers, and coal miners who were union sympathizers. My dad, who was a state policeman at the time, told me stories of how they set up road blocks to stop Chicago gangsters from coming into town and using machine guns and explosives to shoot up and blow up cars and buildings and create bloody scenes that caused fear and havoc. What he described was straight out of an Elliott Ness movie. Thankfully, that was before my time.
There have been several movies, documentaries, televisions shows, and books about Harlan. One of my favorites and one of the most famous is Thunder Road starring Robert Mitchum. The National Geographic Channel had a series of five television shows between December 2015 and March 2016 titled Kentucky Justice that was filmed in Harlan County and spotlighted the Harlan County Sheriff Department's fight against a growing drug problem. The longest televised show featuring Harlan was the award winning television series Justified on the FX network that ended in 2015 after a five-year run. It was filmed elsewhere as was Thunder Road. The only thing in that television series that resembles what I remember of Harlan is the picture of the Harlan skyline at the beginning of the show.
I use the term Harlan skyline rather loosely since the population of Harlan is now only 2,000. The total county is only 28,000. Those population numbers are down from 6,000 and 55,000 respectively when I grew up there. That is what happens when a community is nestled in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains and the only significant industry is the dying coal industry.
The only shows actually filmed in Harlan are the documentaries that depict the area as a poster child for Appalachia, hillbillies, growing marijuana, and making moonshine. Believe it or not, "good" moonshine is pretty good. Just before the 2014 mid-term elections Bret Baier did a Fox News special about the impact the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) regulations has had on slashing employment and how that would influence Senate elections in Kentucky and Louisiana. One half of the hour-long show was about the devastation of jobs in the coal industry in Harlan and Harlan County.
OK, enough about my hometown but why are hometowns important? They are important because they are instrumental in defining who we are and what we become. We develop what I call our mental being (our core psychological makeup) from our hereditary genes and during the first four to five years of our lives from the continuous interaction with our parents or substitute caregivers and our environment. In all but rare cases, the culture of our hometown is a very powerful part of that environment. It plays a major role during those formative years and during our adolescence in determining who we are and how we think.
I'll share an interesting study with you that supports this point. One morning my wife and I were having breakfast with friends. I was discussing my mental being theory from my leadership book with them. The husband told us about a book he was reading that gave reasons why certain people achieve more academically and athletically than others who are in the same grade in school and who have similar mental and athletic ability. I became interested because of my theory regarding the psychology of why we are the way we are.
After breakfast, my wife and I went straight to Barnes & Noble. The book is titled Outliers and was written by the best-selling author Malcolm Gladwell. As I thumbed through the book, I found a big surprise. Chapter six was titled Harlan, Kentucky. The chapter was about my hometown and discussed how cultural legacies play such an important role in directing attitudes and behavior that persists generation after generation. For example, people in Harlan and the greater southern Appalachian geographic area were prone to feuding in the 1800s and early 1900s. The Hatfield-McCoy feud is the most famous but family feuding was prevalent throughout a large geographic region in Appalachia where immigrants from the Scottish Lowlands, Northern England, and Northern Ireland settled.
These immigrants were herders rather than farmers due to the rugged landscape in which they lived before they came to America. They adhered strongly to what sociologists call a "culture of honor". Farmers tended to be cooperative and help each other. Herders were more isolated in a territory prone to lawlessness and felt they needed to be aggressive to gain a reputation of being strong, defensive, and willing to fight or even kill to prevent their herds from being stolen. They placed loyalty to family above all else. When these immigrants moved to America and settled in this Appalachian region, they brought this culture of honor with them and feuds between families were common.
In the 1990s two psychologists at the University of Michigan decided to do a study on the culture of honor. They used students from southern states whose heritage originated from these immigrants that settled in Appalachia over 200 years ago and students from northern states that did not have this heritage. During several situations where the students were subjected to some type of confrontation, even mild confrontation, the southern students became insulted and pushed back. In some instances they were willing to fight.
The students from the north who did not have this heritage took each of these encounters in stride and brushed them off. Even though the family feuding ended roughly 100 years ago, the culture of honor is generational and still prevails today. It is astounding how culture and subculture prevail over such a long period of time, have significant impact on who we are, and we are usually clueless about it. I was very glad to read Gladwell's chapter on Harlan because I have always been just like those students from the southern states when I felt infringed upon and never understood why. Now I know. It was a revelation for me. The concept of cultural heritage is very important in understanding ourselves.
Oh, by the way, Gladwell's answer as to why some kids excel over others with the same mental and athletic ability is because kids who start in school when they are older excel against those who start to school younger because of the age difference. This phenomenon took place even though the kids were only a few months apart.
I moved to Frankfort, Kentucky my sophomore year in high school but it was my hometown and the friends I grew up with in Harlan who influenced my early development and the personal values that are the beliefs I adhere to today. When I was a kid, I played outside with my friends at every opportunity. On non-school days, I didn't come home until the appointed time given to me by my parents, which was usually 9 P.M. or 10 P.M. I did come home for dinner or let them know if I was going to eat at someone else's house. Most of the time they only had a general idea where I was or who I was with. As long as I followed the rules, demonstrated responsibility, and stayed out of trouble, I developed trust with my parents and was allowed considerable freedom. These many experiences taught me to be independent and responsible.
If I engaged in occasional mischief or did not do what I was supposed to do, being caught was not much fun. My dad spanked with a belt as did most of my friend's dads. We used to brag to each other that our dad had a bigger belt than their dad and ours spanked harder. It was a badge of courage to get a spanking. I have to admit; however, that during the spanking I would just as soon not be getting one. Sometimes, I would get a lecture rather than a spanking. The lectures hurt worse than the spankings. I never wanted my parents to be disappointed in me.
One of the dumbest things my parents did was to make me eat all the food on my plate. Some evenings, I spent a long time at the dinner table. It was a game of wits between my parents and me. It depended upon the evening who finally won. I still have a problem today leaving food on my plate and my parents have been dead for decades. This is a great example of the lingering effects from our childhood discipline. My parents made me clean my plate because they grew up during the Great Depression and I can't leave food on my plate today because their experience was handed down. I have found that being forced to clean our plate at dinnertime happened to a lot of us who grew up during the same time period.
When I played with my friends at a very young age, we had fun and significant personal interaction. There were no electronic devises to interfere with our socialization. For example, we played Mother May I, You're It, Dodge Ball, Army with our toy shoulders and toy guns, and Fox and Hound. The foxes used chalk on the sidewalk to lead and mislead the hounds and our game covered many city blocks. It was always challenging to see which team of foxes could find the cleverest spot to hide at the end of the game. For example, we hid in places like empty railroad coal cars and on top of single story buildings. Great fun! I still don't know how we didn't get injured? We did have to dodge a few security guards. The police stopped us a few times and asked what we were doing. After explaining to them we were playing a game of hide and seek (Fox and Hound), they usually told us to be careful and left us alone. Once or twice, they told us to leave the area. Our playtime was creative, interactive, and gave us a lot of "outdoor" exercise. It is amazing how much fun my friends and I could have by putting large empty cardboard boxes together and making playhouses or forts.
When we got older we played basketball, football, baseball (at which I was never very good), and still kept some of our more challenging games like Fox and Hound. We shot BB guns without putting our eyes out. We occasionally sneaked off into the mountains when my parents were not at home to target practice with my 22-caliber rifle and my dad's old German Mauser pistol. In retrospect, that wasn't the smartest thing we ever did even though we were very careful. As I look back, I surprise myself at how daring we were. I guess I did learn to have confidence in myself and not be risk-adverse.
I was pretty self-sufficient and creative in my personal enjoyment. Once, I built a pretty darn good basketball goal on my driveway. I used heavy plywood for the backboard and a big wooden square pole to bolt the backboard onto. I got a couple of my friends to help me concrete it in the ground. There were an uncountable number of pick-up basketball games and games of h-o-r-s-e played on that basketball goal. I recently went into a large national sporting goods store and was very surprised at what I saw. They had several adjustable-height basketball goals on fancy heavy metal square poles that ranged from $600 to $1,800. They were much, much nicer than the one I built. I bet the kids who play basketball on those have no more, if not as much, fun than my friends and I did playing on ours that was homemade.
Even if these basketball goals were available in stores when I was a kid, none of my friends nor I could afford the $600 model, let alone the one for $1,800. Times have changed considerably regarding the money my friends and I had to spend growing up and the money kids have today to spend and I am talking about families with the same socio-economic status. We were lucky to buy an RC Cola and a Moon Pie at the corner grocery for a grand total of10 cents. I remember when they went up to 10 cents each.
Once, I made a wooden motorless go-cart. It wasn't very fancy but a lot of fun. Especially, since I designed and made it myself. The multitude of electronic games we see today did not exist. We didn't even have the electronic game of Pong. Remember Pong? I had to rely on interaction with my friends, family, and my own imagination to have fun.
When we got hurt, our parents applied witch-hazel or hydrogen peroxide, put on a Band-Aid with a kiss, and sent us back outside. If someone broke a bone, it was neat to be the first or one of the first to sign the cast and the person with the broken bone loved the attention. We didn't ever go to the doctor or the emergency room unless the injury was obviously serious. We were pretty tough kids and had no expectation of being coddled. We needed just enough TLC to feel loved and secure.
When we were older, we played some games that in retrospect do not feel as cool as an adult as they did as a young person. Those games included "hubcap" (rolling a found hubcap in the street toward a car and yelling "hubcap") and throwing snowballs or water balloons at cars as they went by. We also occasionally bought cigars and chewing tobacco at a neighborhood market. We would take the cigars down to the river bank and smoke them while we fished and used the chewing tobacco as bait. The cigars made us sick and the chewing tobacco was gross but we did it anyway. The grocery owner always looked at us somewhat funny when he sold them to us. I guess making a sale was more important to him than following his conscience. We were certainly mischievous. As I write this, I somewhat cringe that we did these less-than-stellar things. I can thankfully say that neither my friends nor I ever damaged property, bullied anyone, or did anything illegal.
Acceptable mischievous behavior (whatever that means) as an adolescent gives us personal emotional references as to what is right or wrong and teaches us to be more understanding, ethical, and honest as we mature into adults for those of us who do mature into adults. It also takes some of the mystery out of doing things we shouldn't. I will give you an example. When my kids saw me drinking wine, beer, or some other alcoholic beverage when they were young, they would ask me for a drink. Instead of saying, "No, you are not old enough," I would give them a taste. They always thought the tastes were "yucky" and none of my three kids are big drinkers today. They still remind me of those experiences. Allowing them to have the tastes took the mystery out of drinking alcoholic beverages. If they had asked for more, we would have had a long talk.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Why the Book?, 1,
Chapter 2 What's a Liberal?, 15,
Chapter 3 What's a Conservative?, 59,
Chapter 4 What's a Progressive?, 75,
Chapter 5 My 2009 Epistle!, 96,
Chapter 6 The Un-News Media?, 117,
Chapter 7 Progressive Washington!, 199,
Chapter 8 Progressive Domestic Policy — Votes, Rule, and Perpetuity!, 266,
Chapter 9 Progressive Foreign Lack of Policy!, 365,
Chapter 10 Progressive Political Incorrectness!, 452,
Chapter 11 Why US?, 565,
Chapter 12 Effective Conservative Strategy!, 570,
Chapter 13 Do We Win or Lose the Battle?, 593,