I found Mr. Biden’s most recent speech to the nation refreshing. He finally called out his enemy — me!
My issues started with President Clinton. His infamous “it depends on what your definition of “is” is,” changed my political life.
I grew up in the 1960s and 1970s when the culture was changing rapidly. I was too busy growing up that I didn’t clearly notice the changes.
The culture had changed in front of my eyes. I didn’t know what to make of it. Confusion set in. I knew that in the Hispanic culture only God came before family. Now even this was not true. Families were breaking down.
In my Catholic parish in Ohio, nuns were no longer wearing their habits but street clothes. They no longer looked like nuns. A young priest gave up his holy vocation to marry a teacher in my parish grade school. The young nuns were also giving up their vocation.
I am a first-generation American on my mom’s side and second-generation on my dad’s side. My grade school parish mainly was Irish, I quickly assimilated as my father wanted. I was an American. In the 1970s I was a proud Democrat. I had been told that you needed blue eyes and white hair to be a Republican.
The Obama era opened my eyes. I suffered economically during his stewardship and was culturally shocked at the evil his new policies brought forth. Things that I knew were wrong were now right. Political correctness had become the norm.
Today, I know better. I know paying $1.94 instead of $3.31 a gallon for gas is better. I know paying $11 for an 8 pound bag of frozen chicken wings is better than paying $30. I learned something was wrong when I couldn’t find 45 ACP ammo locally.
I know boys don’t belong in girls’ locker rooms or bathrooms. I know boys should not compete in girls’ sports. I know a boy is a boy and a girl is a girl. I know evil when I see it.
I am glad to be on the opposite side of the fence from Mr. Biden. Nov. 8 will be a tremendous battle of good versus evil. Make sure you vote in person.
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