Attribution: National Archives and Records Administration, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, notes the keeper and Phyllis’s acknowledgment of this June 6 as yet another “D-Day” slowly disappearing into the cultural topsoil.
It’s assimilation is aided today by such things as the DNR’s promotion of free “fun days” when licenses and permits are not required to fish the lakes or picnic in the parks.
It is, of course, necessary to move beyond the horrors of history, but sometimes it seems too easy to pack the tackle boxes and picnic baskets without pausing to think about the likes of Uncle Megs and the thousands like him who were there and are no longer with us, many of them forever under the white Normandy crosses.
There is a particular immediacy to thinking of the sacrificed dead of past wars, all of which resulted from the male ego excesses of herd domination, territorial empires and personal aggrandizement.
Now with a national leadership framework set up to demand the narcissistic trappings of racism, misogyny, and cruel indifference toward all but a pampered elite, there is sad potential for more D-Days.
Remember where the fish poles and the picnic baskets get stored!
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