Hi, my name is Carol(yn), and I am a Pollyanna. My Mom and Dad raised me to believe that I was born in the greatest country on Earth, and if I was willing to take the opportunities available to me that I could achieve anything and everything. I was brought up to believe that hard work, coupled with hope, and making good choices in the face of expediency, would take me anywhere I was willing to go. These beliefs were re-enforced by my friend’s parents and by my neighbors and in my school and in my church. Growing up, I was taught that success, as well as failure, fell squarely on my shoulders. What the hell happened?
I read this earlier from Mark Steyn:
“On Holocaust Memorial Day 2008, a group of just under 100 people—Londoners and a few visitors —took a guided tour of the old Jewish East End. They visited, among other sites of interest, the birthplace of my old chum Lionel Bart, the author of Oliver! Three generations of schoolchildren have grown up singing Bart’s lyric: Consider yourself At ’ome! Consider yourself One of the family! Those few dozen London Jews considered themselves at ’ome. But they weren’t. Not any more. The tour was abruptly terminated when the group was pelted with stones, thrown by “youths”—or to be slightly less evasive, in the current euphemism of Fleet Street, “Asian” youths. “If you go any further, you’ll die,” they shouted, in between the flying rubble.”
Mr. Steyn doesn’t tell us what consequences were faced by the rock throwers. Most likely because there were none. Rather than punishing hate, the progressives among us use hate to punish and belittle those groups of people who insult the left’s “accepted ideology” of success and failure.
At some point, being wealthy became shameful, and thus a failure. The same applies to Jews, Christians, women who are pro-life and blacks who are conservative. Hate, and ugly hate at that, has become progressive. People are no longer judged by the content of their character but how closely they mirror the agenda of the left.
My name is Carol(yn). I am a Pollyanna and I believe good people will stand up and will win not only the day, but ultimately, the war.