Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Many Americans Will Have a Ralphie-Ovaltine Moment, and I Won't Feel for Them.

In many homes across the country the classic movie "A Christmas Story" is a holiday staple.  In this perfect little movie, Ralphie has several loss-of-youthful-innocence moments. One of the most poignant is his effort to decode a message to save radio heroine Little Orphan Annie. Ralphie eagerly awaited his special decoder rings arrival in the mail. This is important stuff!  He finally receives the decoder package and rushes off to sit in privacy and decode.  The narrator recounts the tension building as he deciphers. That’s until the whole message is clear.  A stunned Ralphie realizes he’s been duped. It’s another bittersweet moment where he is yanked into the sphere of mature knowledge.

For some Americans, their Ralphie-Ovaltine moment is coming.*   I don’t think it’s funny. I don’t envy them.  At some point, these Ralphies will be engaged, perhaps feverishly, with recollecting a lingering aspect of the chaos of the years of this present presidency, one they voted for in the belief he was their legally elected savior, and it’ll hit them.

Perhaps it will be when one of the many inside stories of the senile man they voted for was really a dupe.  A place holder.  One who did the left's bidding by appointments chosen for him by others that opened wide the doors and allowed the Marxist to march right into the seats of government.

Perhaps they’ll read a book about autocratic or Marxist propaganda. Or maybe they’ll read–or re-read–1984. They will see that a long and unfortunately reliable way to fool people is with what they now project onto many truths they oppose as "The Big Lie." They will come to know that if you tell a monster lie, a preposterous untruth, and repeat it enough, people will come to believe it.  Perhaps they will finally come to realize the Main Stream Media are just useful idiots, mouthpieces gleefully doing the left's bidding for a good ratings payoff, and not the real news after all.

Or perhaps it will be when they realize their freedoms have been eroded. That they too cannot buy books not approved of.  That they too cannot speak freely, or they too cannot go buy what they want, when they want.  Or perhaps it will be when they have no way to protect themselves and their families from a certain criminal element they for long so coddled as unjustly persecuted because of skin color.

Perhaps they will not have their moment for many years. Perhaps it will come when their kids or even grandkids will read about this era of the New Progressive America.  Perhaps it will be them that sees through the government approved lies about the integrity of the U.S. elections, and how many enablers went along with them to get votes. And perhaps a young face will look up to them asking, "You certainly didn’t believe that, did you?"  Faced with that question, what will our Ralphies do when they think back on the unpatriotic and undemocratic actions they approved of at the time, just to remove a president they were told they disliked because (fill in the blank). Or, even with so much time having passed, will they follow dutifully from the wreckage of integrity of the past years and simply lie themselves?

Regardless, I will not feel for these future Ralphies, as many will have a moment when their belief in a utopian progressive movement they went along with because it was cool, will be abruptly shattered, splintered by the searing shock of knowledge that the recent years had been largely a sham: a bloated, unamerican Marxist commercial.

No, I will not feel for them when they do.....

*Inspired by a comment during a recent dinner conversation.

~ Thank You MJA@IOTWReport for the Linkage! ~

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