This coming Monday is Memorial Day.  Because our schools are producing generations of historical illiterates, as with most holidays, for most people Memorial Day is just an excuse for another long weekend.  However, there’s a lot more to it.  The first Memorial Day, then called Decoration Day, was held May 30, 1868, to commemorate the sacrifices made by veterans of the Civil War.  Traditionally on Memorial Day, either the President or Vice-President appears at Arlington National Cemetery and lays a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.  I doubt that Corrupt Demented Imbecile Joe Biden will leave his Delaware beach house for such an intrusion on his vacation time, so I guess Kamala, The Unqualified Vice-President, will visit the Unknown Soldier.  At the 1868 event, former Union General and then Congressman, James A. Garfield spoke at Arlington of those who had lost their lives in the Civil War.  Garfield went on to be elected President in 1880.  In July 1881, he was shot in the back by a deranged supporter who thought Garfield should have given him a diplomatic post.  I guess our politics have always been violent.  Garfield died two months later in Long Branch, New Jersey, a victim of both the gunman and poor medical care.  But I digress.  Part of what Garfield said at Arlington was, “For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” I have to wonder, if the Civil War veterans had known then what we know now, would they have been willing to make the sacrifice?  For love of country?  Which country?  The country created under the Constitution, which existed after the Civil War, and which inspired men to sacrifice their lives to defend freedom in the First and Second World Wars is hardly recognizable, and is teetering on the edge of extinction.  We must ask whether it really is a “country” anymore.  A “country” is a sovereign state which is independent of other nations, has a permanent population, and a defined territory, that is, borders.  Since the arrival of the Biden wrecking ball, we no longer have a defined territory with borders.  We have no borders, and our population isn’t what could be called “permanent,” because we have ceased to be aware of who or how many people make up our population.  It’s estimated that by the end of this year, Biden will have admitted some 7.5 million illegal aliens.  We don’t know who they are, we don’t know where they are, and we don’t know what they’re going to do.  We know only that they’re here, they’re never going home, and it’s the responsibility of American citizens, already $32 trillion in debt, to support these people with money, housing, education, and health care, no questions asked.  Sovereign nations may be destroyed by outside forces, through military force, but this isn’t that.  This is an inside job.  Would the honored dead have made the supreme sacrifice if they knew they were doing it for this country?  Our veterans fought for freedom; freedom for slaves, to preserve the Union, and for the personal freedoms that made America the Shining City on the Hill that drew millions of legal immigrants to her shores.  Yet today we have a political Party that’s sowing disunion and is bent on cancelling our freedoms in favor of a socialist dictatorship.  Was that worth dying for?  What have we become?  Remember the opening to the TV show The Adventures of Superman?  “Truth, justice and the American way.”  Today, truth is only an irrelevant talking point.  Justice, the certainty of consequences for bad acts, doesn’t exist for Leftist rioters, thieves and homicidal maniacs.  And the American Way is considered by the Left to be racist and xenophobic.  Who would willingly sacrifice his life for that?  America was once considered a Melting Pot, where a diverse group of immigrants from all over the world came to be assimilated, and recast as Americans.  Pride in their former heritage was expected, but in the end, they were Americans first and foremost.  Then we changed the calculus from Melting Pot to Salad Bowl.  Immigrants came to America and became Americans, but maintained their hyphenated identities.  No problem there, a bit more focus on our origins highlighted our diversity and added to our strength.  But now, America is neither a Melting Pot nor a Salad Bowl, it’s turning into a commode.  We are fast becoming the dumping ground for everyone and anyone all over the world who decides that being fed from the teat of Uncle Sucker is preferable to their current situation.  It’s a recipe for disaster.  Would our honored dead have given their lives for the prospect of an America which lacks a commitment to equal justice, depending on the political affiliation of the accused; for an America in which the chosen group is permitted to lie, cheat, and steal without consequence, while others are persecuted for the slightest real or imagined fault?  Would they have lain down their lives for an America in which the insane homeless are free to befoul the streets and terrorize innocent taxpayers, turning the Land of the Free into a real-life version of The Walking Dead?  The heroes who inspired Memorial Day were brought up in a world where they believed anyone could get ahead by obeying the rules, working hard, and persevering.  They died to give their descendants the right to that same opportunity.  I don’t think they died so that ignorant, spoiled Americans, and illegal aliens could just show up, do nothing, know nothing, and yell, “Where’s my check?”  I’m no Pollyanna.  I know America has never been perfect.  No nation has been.  But it’s head and shoulders above anyplace else on Earth.  The point is that, if we continue down the path we’re on, the concept of Memorial Day is just a cruel joke.  Unless our heroes fell to preserve the America they fought for, then they died in vain.  Let’s just consider it another meaningless day off for the ignorant, entitled, lazy rabble we’ve spawned.  Let the Unknown Soldiers rest in peace.  Associating them with this mess is an insult they don’t deserve.