Back in the late 1930s, one of the movies’ best box office attractions was the Andy Hardy series starring adolescent stars Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland. For the Woke Generation for whom history seems to have begun around 2009 with an occasional flashback to 1619, America was a very much different place.
The nation was in its tenth year of the Great Depression, without stimulus checks to ease the pain, and the reward for Americans’ perseverance and endurance would soon be exotic travel to faraway places with strange sounding names -- Tarawa, Normandy, Anzio, and the island paradise of Iwo Jima.
In spite of their duress, these denizens of whistle-by country, the grandparents of today’s Deplorables, loved their country, cherished their flag, respected their government (mostly), and valued their neighbors, even if some of them rooted for the Yankees or voted Republican or put sugar on their grits.
In those trying times which today’s generation will never know, the movies were a temporary respite from harsh reality. Andy Hardy (Mickey Rooney) was the All-American boy, and Judy Garland was the girl next door. In their sequential struggles against a teenager’s travails, when every hope seemed lost, they would truck out an updated deus ex machina to reverse their fortunes. Someone would holler out “Let’s put on a show!” Whereupon in someone’s garage, or the school gym, or a barn, these teen-age thespians would do their song and dance routine, and all their world would be made well again.
Well, today’s Democrat party and its front man, the superannuated yet intellectually prepubescent Biden Administration, have created a modern revival of those musicals. No, not a minstrel show, which is banned as racism unless you are the governor of Virginia. Now, whenever political fortunes start looking bleak and the world starts noticing their incompetence, Pelosi or Schumer or Nadler or Schiff will yell out “Let’s put on a show!” or in political lingo, “Let’s impeach Trump!”
The garage gets replaced by the more ornate Senate chamber, the dance routines devolve into a two-abreast funeral processional, and the script is deceptively edited extracts, but the plot is the same -- Let’s impeach Trump!
