by Suzanne Eovaldi, staff writer
What has happened to my country? I am old. I am 77. I pay to live in a gated community because I am scared.
“Bravo Roberto” near my home serves from a cooked-from-scratch, delicious menu, items not bought from a food service truck, not served up by a chain restaurant that loads Americans up on heavy doses of salt to achieve its number one rating. In these tragic times, food, friends, family, God, prayer and Christmas are about all we have left. And “Bravo Roberto” serves up every day in Florida’s St. Lucie West a product we have allowed ourselves to be traded out of by the nasty liberals, the nasty Democrats, the nasty progressives and the nasty RINOS in a Republican Party that is no longer representative of fiscal conservatism, fiscal restraint or fiscal pay-as-you-go standards by which America became America.
I just finished teaching a semester of Literature and English prep classes that demoralized me in such a way that I don’t know if I’ll recover. Had I ever spoken to one of my teachers in the manner in which so many of my students talked to me, my father would have knocked me out cold! For you see, the immigrants that came into America loved her, wanted to be here, honored her traditions, did what was asked of them and worked, worked, worked. They exhibited respect, honor, love of God, love of family, love of friends. Today’s “younger generation” does not.
A waitress at “Bravo Roberto” said, “I grew up on Cape Cod; we used to run through the woods; we weren’t afraid; we never locked our doors.” Yes, in the mix that is Florida I found companionship with her attitude. I grew up in Illinois, a state now viewed as the cesspool that has given us a White House dynamic that expresses a hatred of America and everything America means.
What is wrong with being Conservative, with being White, with being respectful to your teachers, to your doctors, to your police and military who protect you every day? What is right about demanding “gimmies” because “you owe me”? What is right about entitlements; hand-outs, that you did not earn, that you do not work for?
How does America recover? At my age, I just don’t know if we will. The liberals, the Obamacare oligarchs, the ever-demanding have so overwhelmed us and so overpowered us that I really don’t know if my grandsons will ever know the America my daughter knew, let alone the America I knew. I too grew up in Illinois where we didn’t lock our doors. I never recall hearing the words minority, Afro American or gang banger! But this I do know. A lovely little restaurant in St. Lucie West is preserving an America that once was and will be again, that is if we care enough to see our country survive, if we care enough to fight for her. Do we stand up to the cruel, liberal ethos of “I want what you have, but I don’t want to work for it?” Do we stand up to Washington, D.C.?