I sprinted from the bathroom towards the front door.
“Wash your hands,” Mom demanded.
I was far too busy digging foxholes in the
Montana gumbo to explain the fallacy behind
handwashing, but she demanded action.
“It is senseless to wash off one layer of
contamination when I am about to apply a second,
third, or fourth,” I whined.
(For a six-year-old, I had an exceptionally
Mom restated her demand, so I repeated my
Tensions escalated and although my logic was
flawless I was close to crossing the line into
It was 1963, and because self-esteem
parenting was a decade away, Mom enforced parental
rules by punctuating our backsides with a leather
billet borrowed from an old saddle. The Strap, as it
was known, was in the junk drawer, so when Mom made
her move to the drawer, I made my move to the door,
hopped on my bicycle and peddled down the road.
Running away is problematic on the plains of
Eastern Montana, as it takes an enormous effort to
get out of sight of the house.
Doing so on a hot summer day is absolutely
Peddling to the top of the nearest butte was
exhausting and I stopped for a breather to ponder my
I had no water, it was high noon and my only
shade was sagebrush.
Sometime between 30 minutes and eternity, I
decided Mom probably had suffered enough, so I
headed home. Mom
was watching from the house and later I learned had
I disappeared beyond the butte she would have come
looking for me, thereby rendering me the winner.
She didn’t. I
lost and accepted my just deserts and this brings me
to my point of Thanksgiving.
After watching thousands of the snowflake
generation riot because Secretary Clinton lost the
presidential election, I see the danger of a rearing
youngsters with participation ribbons and safe
These frustrated millennials are highly
indoctrinated, yet uneducated, trapped in debt, but
flush with stuff and unemployed because they lack
any discernible job skills.
The ruling class has sentenced them to a life
of hopelessness and dependency, yet ironically, they
love them for it.
After eight years of college, I could have
been a snowflake too.
However, God blessed me with great parents
who cared more about my character than my feelings,
selflessness over selfishness, results over effort
and self-respect over self-esteem.
thanks for that.
This November 24th, I also thank
God for the 60 million American patriots across 31
states who recently resolved to restore our
I am thankful President-elect Donald Trump
subjected himself and his family to two years of
pure hell so as to lead this army of dedicated
It truly is morning in America and thanks to
God we will once again be the world’s beacon of