A Tale of Two Worlds…roaming the web or roaming the streets… drones or boots on the ground?

I have horrible visions of my descendants sitting in front of computers with ever more capacity and connectivity… sending drones and roaming the web… while some other people’s descendants roam the streets, and develop a higher capacity in being boots on the ground.

And then one day, these other descendants come... and knock the power out of my descendants’ computers.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” ― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

PS. My father would never have been liberated without boots on the ground

Blocking citizens from venting their concerns, because of political correctness, is as dangerous as can be.

I just came back from a week in Sweden

If political correctness blocks the discussion of citizen’s ordinary and very human concerns, whether these are right or wrong, like those many have on what they feel is an excessive immigration, and the risk of diluting the meaning of being a Swede... that is a great growth-hormone for extremism.

In other words, if you use a “That’s like Hitler” in response to all of their concerns, then too many might end up thinking “That Hitler guy sounds having been quite right to me”.

Never forget that the emotions involved in the not liking something for the wrong reason, can be just as strong as that of the not liking something for "the right reasons".

Political correctness could, in the best of cases, be a type of Neo-Victorianism... but, unfortunately, it seems more to have become the Neo-Inquisition of our days.

If a Hitler imprisoned my grandchild, could he hope to be liberated by the Americans, like my father was?

I ask this because:

Seeing the number of safety instruction posted on the pool where I live in Maryland.

Hearing rumors about sport-teams being sued for allowing players to take risks

Seeing, in the Home of the Brave, how they are using sissy bank regulations, which require banks to hold more equity when lending to “the risky” than when lending to “the safe”.

And seeing the development of the taste for drones... and distaste for boots on the ground.

I have enough reasons to get nervous about America, slowly but surely, getting to be too risk-adverse for its, and for ours, the rest of the world's, own good.

June 1940, my father was on that train which carried polish prisoners and which was the first train to arrive to Auschwitz. He had the number 245 stamped on his arm for the rest of his life. In April 1945, 70 years ago, he was liberated from Buchenwald, by American boots on the ground.