Some Realistic Thoughts on the Nation We Protect

This will not be a normal Harry Carter commentary. I am really fired up about all of the nonsense which is going on in our nation and in the world at large. Since we cannot divorce the fire service from the world at large, I think that the time has come...


This will not be a normal Harry Carter commentary. I am really fired up about all of the nonsense which is going on in our nation and in the world at large. Since we cannot divorce the fire service from the world at large, I think that the time has come for a reality check on where we stand at this time in history. 
 
As I sat watching the Sunday news show this week, I began to think. This is always a dangerous thing. You never know what will happen when the rubber in the world meets the road of life in my brain. The thoughts which were created seemed to be most negative indeed. My concerns about America are growing. Unfortunately, there is really not much that I can do to make these problems go away.  I am just a firefighter, a writer, and a commentator on the public condition. 
 
So what's a boy to do at a time like this? I guess the best I can hope for is to share a few thoughts with you and then hope that my words can be a motivator for someone who does have the power to make a few changes in the way our country is operating. I intend to write a bit about politics, trade, and their impact upon the world where you and I serve as defenders of the public good. 
 
My first worry is for the world which my children (and hopefully grandchildren) will inherent from my wife and I. We have lived a very good life. Jackie and I worked for well over 40 years to make our way in the world. Each of us worked at jobs we loved and from which we derived a great deal of satisfaction. What more can you ask of this life than to work at rewarding and enjoyable jobs. Jackie worked as a nurse for more than 42 years and I have been in the fire business for well over 45 years. But what lies ahead for our children?
 
Our nation's corporations have put their own financial welfare ahead of the welfare of our nation. How else can you explain the fact that as I sit here crafting this commentary, there is not a single thing which I am using or wearing which was crafted in America? A letter in the Asbury Park Press put this all in perspective. In it the writer shared some critical elements with us. Here is just a small part of what the writer suggested is our new reality:
 
  • Fig Newtons are no longer made in North Jersey. They were outsourced to Mexico.
  • The same with dear old Hershey's chocolate products. 
  • La-Z-Boy recliners are now made in China.
  • The same hold true for those little red Radio Flyer wagons and Huffy bicycles
  • Rockport shoes can be made in Chile, Bangladesh, or China.
 
Do you see a trend here?   My shirt is from Singapore, my trousers are from Malaysia, my shoes are from someplace else and the Lord himself only knows the origin of my socks. My cell phone was crafted overseas, as was my fire department pager. The carrying cases for both of these items were made in China. Parts of my GMC car were made in Mexico and Canada. Do you see a pattern forming up here? Heck, even my new boiler is made by a Korean company.
 
The nation which you and I have sworn to protect is being relegated to the status of a colony. Take a moment and reflect upon that thought. Some of our biggest economic players are now appendages of foreign corporations. Heck, even the Budweiser Brewing Company is now owned by a Dutch company. Think about that. Bud Light is now a Dutch beer. What is wrong with this picture my friends? 
 
As you and I are being forced to deal with a terrible economy which is serving as the engine to gut our fire department budgets, is there a glimmer of hope? Hmm, wonder. In any event, let me suggest that you need not look to our government in Washington, DC for any form of assistance. I am disgusted with these boobs. I do not think that these people can even agree as to what day of the week it is. 
 
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