Any constituency that supports an administration which separates children from their parents – in effect damages families – is an evil constituency. 

Families are forever.
My own Mormon culture taught me that long ago. It’s a beautiful concept that applies to everybody everywhere regardless of who they are or where they come from.

Are we going to let partisan political pretend-patriotism speed us further on our way to global villainy?


We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men … We proclaim ourselves, as indeed we are, the defenders of freedom, wherever it continues to exist in the world, but we cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home. – Edward R. Murrow

It becomes impossible to remain silent.

There comes a time when those observers before whom the President performs – as if they were the actual majority of the electorate in this country – need to be called to account. They, not liberals and progressives, are those who have sway over what is falsely inflicted on the innocent in the name of American values. They and their constituencies seem to believe that Americans should approve of cruelty in the name of law.

We are NOT citizens of a nation founded by Konservative Intellectuals whose  generational grandchildren prance and posture on our national stage nowadays.

To  wit …

They were on wrong side of the American Revolution.

Approximately one third of the colonial population supported the English King George the Third. These Konservatives wanted no disruption. Afraid or trying to hang on to what they felt England had granted them, they did not want national independence. These Kindergarten Konservatives were not our original patriots.

Original American Konservatives supported protection of slavery in our Constitutional Convention. They wanted to count slaves in determining which states would be “slave states” but did not desire that they be citizens with voting rights.  These Kindergarten Konservatives in no way acted as Founding Fathers, rather as enforcers of their own power and influence at the expense of all others.

Our original Konservatives opposed tariffs to protect American manufacturing. In their Kindergarten-ness they were not able to understand any need to develop our own industrial base. They wanted no changes to a system based on cheap slave labor. They were not industrialists, but cash croppers – planters whose profits required no economic equality.

Our historical Kindergarten Konservatives supported “nullification”, which said that states didn’t have to enforce federal laws they didn’t like.

Our original Kindergarten Konservatives supported repeal of the Missouri Compromise so as to allow slavery in other states where votes and political clout was more vital than common good.

The ancestors of today’s Kindergarten Konservatives opposed the transcontinental  railroad, primarily because railroads carried people who might want to work on their own land and who wouldn’t want or need slaves in the western territories because it might encourage small farmers who owned no slaves in future non-slave states.

Which is why the Grandpas and Grandmas of today’s Kindergarten Konservatives were against the Homestead Act. They didn’t want more land-owners turning the American West into a collection of non-slave states.

Those old Kindergarten Konservatives opposed freedom of speech for Southern opponents of slavery. Perish the thought that southern adults and children might hear something other than the Konservative gospel.

And so Kindergarten Konservatives full of pretend patriotism and self-promoting civic piety disagreed with our sacred declaration that “all men are created equal.”  Their Kindergarten civic ideology was that “the black man has no rights the white man is bound to respect.” (Dred Scott v. Sandford), quite possibly the most foolish Kindergarten Konservative legal decision in our national history.

which led to a  Kindergarten Konservative support of destruction of the union rather than allow any restriction of slavery.

Konservatives were opposed the earliest civil rights legislation to enforce the 14th and 15th amendments. They obstructed, intimidated and harassed newly freed slaves who attempted to exercise their Federal civil rights, including the right to vote … and considered themselves god-fearing, civic-minded moral patriots.

Konservatives were against preserving the union. Back then they wanted secession and they got it.

Konservatives were also aggressively and brutally opposed to industrial workers forming unions. Sound familiar?

The ancestors of today’s Kindergarten Konservatives supported the acquisition of foreign colonies

… armed suppression of Filipino independence.

… opposed anti-trust legislation.

… opposed child labor laws.

… opposed universal free public education.

… opposed literacy for African-American citizens, in particular.

…  supported the legal theory of “separate but equal”, a sham that led to the  establishment of “Jim Crow” in the south.

… opposed state laws guaranteeing minimum wages and restricting working hours for  industrial workers.

… opposed the right to vote for women.

These are the real Moochers among us

These are the Kindergarten worshipers of that false American Exceptionalism that has cause more global and national grief than any noble achievement in the past 60 years.

These are the believers that uncompromising anger is civic wisdom, that blind and unblinking opposition is always better than compromise.

Look where it got them.
Look where it got us.


Note: When you look stuff up in the technological age, the sources you find are almost numberless. I have been looking stuff up for years and trying to share what I learn. In the case of this article, my principle inspiration and source is Joe Lyles, who authored, among other things, The Conceptual Guerilla articles a few years ago.


Guest Article: Cowardice is Not our Way


About Sean Sean Patrick Hughes is a writer, veteran and special needs parent. As a veteran of Operations Iraqi and Enduring Freedom, he served ten years on active duty and completed three deployments, receiving the Bronze Star for his service in Iraq. Sean lives in Southern California with his wife and three sons. He’s a graduate of the United States Naval Academy and The University of San Diego School of Business. Today he leads high performing teams in the consumer technology industry in California. He’s a veterans advocate and Co-founder of the non-profit corporation, Care For Us, ( which specializes in providing support, education and advocacy for special needs parents.

BY ON JANUARY 28, 2017

The war started for me while I ate dinner in the  wardroom of the USS John Paul Jones, floating somewhere in the Arabian Gulf. I was with my roommate, eating before the rest of the crew so we could turn over the watch in time for the off going team to get chow. He was going down to the bowels of the ship to run the combat information center. I was going up to the bridge to drive. The phone rang at the captains seat. My roommate answered.  Said “ok”. And hung up.

“Someone just flew a plane into the World Trade Center.” he said.

That’s all we knew. I went upstairs and took control of the ship. Minutes later, the phone in front of the captains chair rang. It was my roommate down below.

“Someone just flew a plane into the other tower. The towers have fallen.”

I hung up the phone and looked around the bridge at the other men. They were kids. So was I. My feet felt like they were frozen to the deck. A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of it. It was the captain. He handed me a yellow sticky with some coordinates.

“Get all four engines online. Get us there.” Then he climbed up into his seat on the right side of the bridge and sat down. That’s when I heard it. Over the marine band radio, the ones we used to talk to the other ships and boats in the area. We heard laughing. And cheering. And music. As the towers fell, we heard cheers of joy.

A little over a month later, the first shot in the war rumbled out of the forward missile launchers of my ship. I watched it from the same place I was standing when the towers fell. That night, as I went to sleep, safe in my stateroom, I had two thoughts before I drifted off. The first was that we were at war with an entire region and maybe even a religion. And the second was that I never again wanted to fight it from the safety of a ship.

The next day, my ship was on the cover of every newspaper in the world.

I returned to that part of the world a few years later for my second deployment. This time I was with a very different group and had a very different mission. The details of the what and the who aren’t important. But what I learned is.

The end to a hard nights work in that life was always signaled by the same two things. The light purple glow on the horizon of the dry flat earth. And the wailing of the call to prayer. One particular morning, as that low droning sound washed over my team, one of the young officers from the partner unit my team worked with looked at me. He was a Muslim. And he was born and raised in the area we worked in.

“I wonder what that sounds like to you Lieutenant.” He smiled. “It sounds like God to me.” He was giving me a hard time. It was the type of thing you say to a friend.

My team conducted dozens of operations to fulfill objectives of the Global War on Terrorism on that deployment. My Muslim counterpart, and his team of Muslims, Christians and others were shoulder to shoulder with me on every one. I’d go back a third time a few years later. Hundreds of missions that time. On every one of them, a Muslim was the first one through the door. Sometimes, they were the only ones through the door.

Lying in my bed in my stateroom, ten years earlier, I’d gotten it wrong. We weren’t at war with a region. Or a religion. We were at war in a region that had a religion. And the Muslim men and women that fought with me were fighting because the first countries that radical Muslim terrorists invaded, was their own.

I’m not naive. I know there are people over there that don’t love America. There are people that hate America there. There’s more that hate her than love her. I’m confident that there were even men I fought along side who hated America, and eventually wound up on the other side after I left. But there are also people over there that are just trying to get through this life in one piece. And feed their families. And keep them alive. And they don’t give a rip about anything other than that.

Now, we don’t have to do anything for them. They aren’t American citizens. They aren’t protected by the laws of America. And who does and doesn’t enter the country is every bit the prerogative of the executive branch of the United States Government, whose leader we just elected. Much of America is just waking up to the fact that, in the domain of immigration, the actions of our previous leaders were governed more by the societal norms of decency, charity and global leadership than they were by laws. And when it comes to immigration, the president can pretty much do whatever he wants, within the bounds of the very few laws that dictate how we address other people in other places. And we’re all realizing now that the choice we made this November was that decency, charity and global leadership are no longer a part of the American message to the rest of the world.

And maybe that’s fine. Maybe we should be ok with that in order to preserve our safety and our way of life.


As for our safety: One third of one percent of murders in America come from terrorist related violence. No fatal terrorist attacks in America have ever been conducted by someone coming from one of the seven countries for which we just banned the entry of refugees. And we are several times more likely to drown in a bathtub than be killed by a terrorist.

As for our way of life: We cast off the rule of the most powerful empire the world had ever seen by waging a bloody war against them because they taxed us without due representation. 18,000 of us died in a day at Antietam in a war to preserve our union and destroy the institution of slavery. We led the largest invasion in the history of man over the beaches at Normandy to free a continent we didn’t live on. And we put a man on the moon using slide rules and a pencil. That’s our way of life. That’s America.  She does not hide behind a wall like a coward.

If appealing to your long lost inner sense of courage isn’t enough, I’ll appeal to your sense of utility. The most strategic territory in a war with a non-state actor is the six inches between the ears of the people they pretend to represent. We just lost every inch of it. And gained nothing in return.

I can stand for a lot of things. An America that’s lost her nerve ins’t one of them. The world is watching.