Dan Crenshaw, arguably the best man in Congress, is facing a charge to that effect.
You probably know the story. It has to do with a woman who came here as a child refugee, was taken in to our country, given every privilege and honor including elevation to high office. In return, she never seems to speak of her adopted nation -- we adopted her, I mean; I'm not at all sure that she adopted us -- without censure and criticism. And, in the event, she went to a fundraiser for a named but unindicted co-conspirator supporting the terrorist group Hamas, where she spoke dismissively of the 9/11 events.
I won't mention her name, since I wouldn't want to incite anyone. Some woman. Let's leave it at that.
Well, and she's a Congresswoman. She took the oath, for whatever that's worth any more. She took the oath of citizenship, too, for whatever that was worth to her.
Towards the end of her speeches, she sometimes says it was worth something. I'd be more inclined to believe it if the rest of the speech also reflected a heartfelt love of the nation, the Constitution, and our shared history and values.
Now, Dan Crenshaw, on the other hand: there's a man whose commitment seems clear. He enlisted in the Navy, suffered the hardships of becoming and remaining a Navy SEAL, served in Afghanistan, lost an eye to a VBIED. Because he is a conservative, he went on to mockery by our moral betters at Saturday Night Live; he responded to this with good humor and decency, in a way that was good for the Republic. Then he won a seat in Congress, where I don't doubt that he takes his oath very seriously.
He's the bad guy, though. You're supposed to get that.
What has become of the nation into which I was born? Where did it go, I ask, as once the wielder of a thunderbolt sword asked after his elvish wife.
So too I, but not yet.
[H]e had searched by the stream by which she had prayed to the stones, and the pool where she prayed to the stars; he had called her name up every tower, and had called it wide in the dark, and had had no answer but echo; and so he had come at last to the witch Ziroonderel."Whither?" he said, saying no more than that, that the boy might not know his fears. Yet Orion knew.
And Ziroonderel all mournfully shook her head. "The way of the leaves," she said. "The way of all beauty."





