Barack Obama’s friend Bill Ayers and his wife Bernadine Dohrn, the now retired terrorists, found their way to Occupy Wall Street yesterday, which figures, and these murderous Sixties socialists were welcomed as heroes by the OWS crowd, which figures even more.
In the course of their joint rant about how doomed and terrible the United States is, Ayers, who apparently resented not being in the first group to board a recent commercial flight by virtue of his first class ticket, posed this question:
“We’ve got a militarized society and its become so common sense that, getting on the airplane coming out here, the first thing they said was let all the, uhh, let all the ya know, uniformed military get on first and thank you for your service. And I said as I always do: let’s let the teachers and nurses get on first and thank them for their service. I mean, why is it that everything military has got to be good and everything that has to do with actual work, real work, not jobs, real work for people, that stuff gets discouraged and marginalized?“
Let me state my bias up front: this kind of addled, Marxist gibberish and the people who were addicted to shouting it through bullhorns on administrative building steps successfully tainted two of my four years of college, and hearing or reading it creates for me now the political equivalent of Sauce Bearnaise Syndrome.
To answer Ayer’s obnoxious and offensive query: We let uniformed military personnel board first out of gratitude and respect, because most citizens who do not have a pathological hatred of democracy, America and the military recognize that the young men and women interrupting their lives, leaving their loved ones and surrendering their own freedom to protect us voluntarily subject themselves to death, crippling injury and permanent emotional harm for inadequate compensation and benefits, that their work—for it is work—is essential and we don’t want to do it, so we are properly grateful, respectful and kind, at least those of us who have some decency and who didn’t spend our youthful years trying to blow innocent citizens to Kingdom Come.
And allowing exhausted service men and women to stow their gear and settle into their tourist class seat strait-jackets before the mad scramble for seats and storage compartment space begins is such a tiny accommodation to make in recognition of their sacrifice that virtually all normal Americans not permanently warped by hate and revolutionary fervor gladly accept the inconvenience of boarding our flights, oh, maybe five minutes later at most.
Personally, I would advocate allowing all combat veterans, in uniform or not, board first. It would have benefited my late father, for example, who had to limp onto plans on a mangled foot, the result of it being pierced by multiple hand-grenade pieces in World War II. Even in today’s schools, most teachers don’t have grenades thrown at them.
I have to add this: I thought trying to tar Barack Obama with his association with Ayers and Dohrn at the University of Chicago and their financial support of his political career was a cheap shot by the conservative media in 2008, and I think so now. Nonetheless, I cannot help wonder about the taste and values of anyone who would voluntarily stay in the presence of these miserable human beings for more than a few seconds. Maybe Obama has a stronger stomach than I do. He probably likes Bearnaise sauce too.