My Mom vs. Tom Hanks
[Note: I hit PUBLISH instead of SAVE so this thing went live before it was
ready. If you have encountered it in its various versions before this one
I apologize. I was greatly annoyed when I wrote it. I still am.]
I already linked to this Hot Air post about Tom Hanks. The reason I am coming back to it is I thought about my entirely regular mother. Mom. During WWII she rose to the occasion in an heroic fashion. And that made me think that Tom Hanks needs to be taken out back and horsewhipped. The hah-ha part about not knowing history in the linked times article. hah-hah. hah-hah. If you don’t know what you’re talking about (hah-hah-ha) then kindly absent yourself or at least remain mute.
Especially if one of your previous rôles has possessed you and you have become, not a child who has turned into an adult, but something like the reverse.
This is what my previous post meant when talking about how drifting along on a cloud of wealth and celebrity can rot your brain.
My mother was a civilian employee of the Army and lived on the west coast. This was when the Air Force was part of the Army. There was a picture of her and Andrei Gromyko, who would later be the foreign minister of the U.S.S.R., standing in their overcoats on the tarmac, chatting, a couple of B-17’s in the background. She was not one of the ignorant clingers that the Obama administration is so fond of skewering. Yet, when I asked her what she remembered most about the war, the one thing, she said
Every morning I’d get up, put the coffee on, and look out the window to see if the Jap fleet was on the horizon.
So, Tom, it wasn’t about people who looked different. It was about getting invaded, just like China. Just because you don’t get it, Tom, don’t read, Tom, don’t know much about history, Tom, doesn’t mean the country, prior to you, was filled with pettifogging racists. Just because, in your weightless world, you hear that America is an imperialistic, capitalistic, brutal, racist, buggering cancer on the world, it is not necessarily true and doesn’t, really, have to be repeated to sully the memories of the people who fought WWII, in order to advance whatever agenda you’re after.

