By Debbie Schlussel
And so it is Memorial Day 2014. Every day, I try to remember the sacrifices–in this case the ultimate sacrifice of life–that our soldiers made so we could be free. But as I look around me, I wonder if America has forgotten. Forgotten the brave last heroism of American men like 2nd Lt. John Bobo, who stood and fought on the stump of the leg he just lost in Vietnam, so that his fellow troops could live, while he slowly died (more on him, below).

U.S. Army Sgt. Chris Moore at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (Photo by H. Darr Beiser/USA Today)

Michigan Natl Guard Staff Sgt. Duane Dreasky is Buried in Arlington Natl. Cemetery
It’s a likely fact that more Americans can name all the Kartrashians in attendance at this weekend’s wedding between the dung heap that is Kanye West and the toilet bowl that is Kim Kardashian than can name even just one battlefield where Americans died to protect this trash. Places like Lexington and Concord and Iwo Jima and Gettysburg, Omaha Beach and Vietnam’s la Drang Valley. These are cemeteries where the ghosts of America’s battles and wars cry out asking if what they died for is still worthy or if the current America has made it soon in vain. This morning, NBC’s “Today” show is telling us where to get the “best Memorial Day fashion.” Huh? Memorial Day isn’t about fashion. It used to be a somber day for mourning. All of the stores were closed, and it fell on a certain day, not usually a Monday for a three day weekend of shopping, barbecues, and all around blissful ignorance.

I look around the supermarkets in my hometown, where I grew up, and where I was shopping earlier this week. Far from Dearbornistan, my Michigan city was never what it is now. I see women in Muslim hijabs and niqabs (the full-Ninja face veil) everywhere, as if it were an irreversible Othello game, and the Al-Qaeda side is silently taking over the board. Every year, I notice the cancer spreads more and more, set off by 9/11, the war in which 3,000 non-military were not the only fallen, but our nation fell and willingly bent over backwards for the attackers who’ve doubled their population and houses of jihadist worship on our soil. Is this what our soldiers died for overseas? So that we would give away our borders, our culture, willingly and in an invidious, insidious manner not even noticed? So that we would just put our hands up in a gesture of careless surrender, sigh, and continue with our shopping? Read the rest of this entry »