Never too late...

To start over.

On this day, this day of days.

There have been enough remembrances, enough memorials.  We have prayed.  We have cried.  We have tried to understand.

And we have waged war.  The comparisons to 1984 and the condition of total, unending war against East Asia or Eurasia or at this point, does it really matter, are replete enough not to need mentioning.  The jihadis wanted war.  Well, war was what they got.

And the apoplectic Left continues to stay stuck in their Marxian-infused echo chamber.  Over-sampling of Democrats in almost every poll?  Pah, who cares about party identification, everyone knows that Democrats are the largest party.

The Marxian Echo Chamber is a dangerous place to be.  For people who are trapped there, well, I have no pity for their intellectual dishonesty.  They lie to themselves every single day.  And they lie to everyone they encounter.

The strike in Chicago is a perfect example of the disfunction of the Left.  How can teachers strike?  How can employees of the public be allowed to strike?  When will the supporters of the teachers realize that the children are what matters?  When will we realize that life is too precious to be entrusted to ideological, illiterate fools who think that the public is their personal piggy bank?

On this day, this day of days, it is time that we stop memorializing.  It is time that we stopped living in the past.  It is time that we found a way to a new future.  It is time to end the Image Age.  It is time to fire the embodiment of the Image Age, President TelePrompter.

It is time not to move forward, but to change course.  It is time not to move forward toward some vague dystopian nightmare, but into the light that is liberty.  It is bright, and it is overwhelming, but liberty is not for the weak-willed.  It is for the valiant.