I tend not to get political, either in real life or online. But this just makes me mad.
Apparently, the anniversary of D-Day was four days ago. The President did not acknowledge it. My phone didn't sent me a notification about it. Twitter was silent about it. In fact, if it hadn't been for an offhanded comment from my dad, I would have forgotten about it.
That's not exactly a good thing.
I find it ironic that a President whose party is so adamant about fighting Nazis would neglect to celebrate the men who actually fought against actual Nazis. The ones who gave their lives. The ones who survived. Even the ones who planned the invasion--there was quite a bit of brainpower behind D-Day, and it would be folly to celebrate the soldiers without acknowledging the tactical genius (and divine help) that led to the invasion's success.
And what did the the President mention instead? The Tulsa Race Massacre. Yes, it was a tragedy. Death estimates range from 75 to 300--and that counts people on both side of the racial divide. Do you know how many Allied soldiers were killed in D-Day? Over four thousand confirmed deaths; over ten thousand casualties. And that's not even counting the Axis side.
Apparently, to our President, dying at the hands of racists is more honorable than dying to defeat the Nazis.
There are other things being erased in today's culture. The innocence of children is one of those things. This month is Pride Month, and there are some people who advocate for bringing children to Pride Parades. God knows what they'll be exposed to there; I've never been to such an event, but I've read that nudity is not unheard of there.
Intelligence and common sense are being erased. Twenty-one percent of adults in America are either completely or functionally illiterate. Our school systems are abysmal. No one cares if your child learns--except for maybe a few good teachers, and they're not given the time or resources to help as much as they would like to.
When faced with things like this, the correct response is outrage. And, sometimes, that outrage should lead to action. The thing is, I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix everything that's wrong in our world. Lots of people say they do. They might be right, or at least partially right. Personally, I think that Jesus is the only answer. No one wants to think of Him as a solution, though.
It won't stop me from doing my best to write books that honor Him.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.