The beautiful creature featured yesterday is Star. She’s a bald eagle, the symbol of this nation. She was hit by a semi. Both her wings were broken in the accident. Her right wing was saved, but to save her life, her left wing had to be amputated. She was left flightless, but alive.
Star will live out her days in captivity. She’ll likely never miss a meal again. I wonder if she’ll forget what it was like to soar above the clouds.
I’m afraid some already have. They’ve chosen security over freedom and handouts over liberty.
“A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average age of the world’s greatest civilizations has been 200 years.”
― Alexis de Tocqueville.
If in four years, we have prosperity, I will happily eat my words. I’ll put them on a cake (and I don’t even like cake). If not, well, we’ll have more important concerns than cake.