I had picked up a load in Chicago and was headed south on I-65 between Gary, IN and Indianapolis. The first real winter storm had blasted through the area the previous day, with winds so strong it had knocked over other 18 wheelers. Luckily, I had a heavy load in the trailer and was less vulnerable to the blustery conditions. Driving through a windmill farm just south of Gary, I noticed offhand that the gusts were making the turbines spin at a very rapid clip. At about the same time, another trucker keyed his CB mic and slowly drawled, “I’ll bet that wind would die down if someone would climb up there and turn them fans off.” Such wonderful dry humor! It seems that a frequent problem of listening to CB traffic is trying to keep from shooting coffee out one’s nose at comments like that. But the remark highlighted the fact that different people can look at the same objective data and reach dramatically different conclusions.
Some people look at a staggering debt, a government that displays weakness abroad while wielding a heavy Orwellian hand at home, and their hearts go aflutter with the fulfillment of a progressive utopia. To other people, in the circles I frequent, an alarm has sounded. Oddly enough, many people in that great swath of territory known derisively as “fly-over country” are not terribly well disposed to having their lives, health care, light bulbs, toilets, houses, vehicles, energy, food, firearms, religious freedom, earnings, news sources and more, taxed, regulated, prohibited, curtailed and otherwise micromanaged. They are not citizens of the world. They are Americans, free people with an indomitable spirit. Sporting a large “Don’t Tread On Me” flag in my truck, and a POW/MIA license plate on the bumper, I’m honored to count myself in their number.
After 20 years in uniform, it is now my privilege to travel this great country for a living. My office literally gives me a window from which to view America, and from where I sit, it seems that the people who were once known as the “Silent Majority” are silent no longer. Call them Tea Partiers, call them activists, call them your next door neighbor, they can no longer be ignored. Risking the condescension of the major media and even their elected officials, these people know the stakes and are acting to preserve liberty and our Constitution. Our country is at a crossroads, and for my money, it’s a great time to be an American.