“You Americans are so gullible. No, you won’t accept communism outright. But we’ll keep feeding you small doses of socialism until you finally wake up and find you already have communism. We won’t have to fight you; we’ll so weaken your economy until you fall like overripe fruit into our hands.” (Nikita Khrushchev)
It was the 1960s. On the last Friday of each month at 10am, the familiar buzz of the test of the Civil Defense Siren would begin wailing all across Los Angeles County.
In school, all of us dutiful little kids would stand up and crawl under our desks, hunker down and cover our heads with our hands.
In the event of a real emergency, we all probably would have been toast, but nevertheless, we always went through the drill, believing against all odds, that we would avoid atomic destruction.
During this time, being a wee lass and all that, I never really understood the magnitude of that which we were possibly in danger from.
The Catholic nuns were always going on about the evil Communists who were going to take away freedom, Jesus and maybe even our lives. But still, my idea of what they were so anxious about was rather vague — based upon what filtered into my brain, I figured that all Communists were Russians. And since Russia was so far away, I didn’t really grasp what all the fuss was about.
Civil Defense Sirens multiplied all over the tops of street lights and buildings in LA and around the country after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in 1941. Their purpose was to alert civilians in the event that the US was under attack. Like, you know, from bombs.
After the war ended, the sirens went silent but were again activated in 1959 when Russia tested its first atomic weapon. Americans lived in fear of nuclear attack until the end of the Cold War in 1991. It had been a long, silent war.
And in Los Angeles, the air raid sirens had already been disconnected since 1985.
But the memories live on. And with the hindsight of age and appreciation for history, I finally understand what those nuns were all worked up about.
When Russia bottomed out and the Cold War ended, I guess we all heaved a collective sigh of relief. No longer did we have to fear the threat of Communism or cultural and physical annihilation. The enemy from without was no longer a threat.
But…now the US is in serious danger from within. We are becoming our own collective worst enemy.
Now I look back to the ’60s and wonder, “Wow, were all those drills for nothing? Did we not learn ANYTHING?”
I look around and listen and realize that the United States is rapidly turning into a dadgum Communist country!
Our economy is in freefall. Close to 10% of Americans are unemployed. The country is more than $14,000,000,000,000 in debt. The government won’t stop spending money that it doesn’t have. 14% of Americans are receiving food stamps. (That’s FORTY-TWO MILLION people.) So-called Progressives consider the Constitution to be “trivial” or “outdated.”
The man currently occupying the White House is now motoring around the Midwest in a brand new, $1,000,000 black bus that looks like the Death Star-on-wheels. AND he is preparing to go on ANOTHER 10-day vacation.
And there are many Americans who still think that all the free stuff that they get from the government is actually…”free.”
The citizens of our country are being suffocated by law after new law, frivolous regulations and arbitrary rules. Our privacy has been compromised. The Administration is shoving socialized medicine down our throats.
I figure that a lot of Catholic nuns are rolling over in their graves right about now. The Communism that they were so vigilant at warning us about has slipped like a slimy snake into our everyday lives and is slowly strangling us to death.
The patriots who are fighting against this Socialist/Communist takeover are being called nutwhacks and terrorists by, well…the Socialists and Communists.
And yet…the brave souls who are trying to warn us about the dark pit we are falling into are the heroes. They are our new Civil Defense system. And their sirens are blasting.
©August 2011 by Phyllis J. Hanniver