There were many characterizations of Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton during the 2016 presidential campaign, but my favorite one was that she reminded every man of the first wife he divorced. She’s just a humorless, nasty scold, the Karen of the HOA, and the Gladys Kravitz of every neighborhood.
As the son of two United States Army veterans, and the father of two more, I understand the meaning of Memorial Day, a holiday to honor not every veteran, but those who fell in combat to defend our country, and defend the world from tyranny. This holiday weekend, the traditional — if not actual — beginning of summer for Americans, is one for family gatherings, and while most us have not lost a loved one or family member in war — my family have not — it should also be a day of unity for Americans.
Some of those who made the ultimate sacrifice were Democrats, and some were Republicans, some were Catholics and some were Protestants, some were Jewish and some were Muslim, and even some were atheists, though in writing that I am reminded of the old saw, “There are no atheists in foxholes.”
But the woman who thankfully failed to become our 45th President wants to make your Memorial Day cookout about politics, about division.
We see the same bovine feces every year around Thanksgiving, usually from the left, telling people how to survive a family dinner with their rabid, MAGA-supporting uncle. Conservatives mostly just smile and not start fights over dinner like that.
Mrs Clinton wants you to start a fight.
Half of the voters in this country chose to vote for President Trump, and Mrs Clinton wants you to pick a fight with them. On a day when we hope the sun will be shining and it will be pleasantly warm, Mrs Clinton wants those who listen to her to be a cold wind and a dark rain cloud.