God Bless America

Frannie and I took a vacation to Castroville, Texas, a little town outside of San Antonio, to celebrate the 90th birthday of Grandma Sharp. It was hard to believe she was 90 from the way she got around and partied from dusk till dawn, and there's no way you would have known she was 90 if you'd talked to her on the telephone. Her mind is clear and her wit's still sharp as I'm sure it was fifty years ago. It was good to meet her and spend time with her. And it was great to see the town of Castroville, especially great to see signs like this posted all over the neighborhood. It was clear to me that these people understood what this country stands for, and because they understood it, they were able to appreciate it, be proud of it, and display it. Too many people don't understand Who built this nation. They don't understand the principles upon which it was founded, and they don't understand the purpose for which it was founded. And because of that they don't appreciate it. They don't appreciate the sacrifices that have been made to preserve it, because they don't understand what needs to be preserved or why. They don't understand the principles worth fighting for, dying for, and therefore can't cope with the fighting and dying.

After having been surrounded by these people, and bombarded by their faithless ideology for so long on the liberal campus of USC, it was a breath of fresh air to be in a place where people both understand and appreciate that God blessed this nation and must continue to bless it...