Common Sense for America; in Crisis

Dr. Stephen C. Castle

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Common Sense for America; In Crisis boldly confronts the demise of the United States, rallying readers to fight to save the American dream.
Common Sense for America; In Crisis paints a vivid image of the fall of the United States, a nation once celebrated for its unprecedented freedom, prosperity, and opportunity. Amid the prevailing political crisis in America, the author navigates through the political landscape marked by corruption, inequality, and a pervasive culture of partisanship, taking a deep dive into the complexities of political corruption today.
This incisive exploration highlights the urgent need to overcome the demise of the United States through meaningful, systematic change and the revival of the nation's foundational principles. The book explores the importance of eschewing partisan politics for the greater good and the much-needed challenges to our political parties.
Common Sense for America; In Crisis critiques the current political climate and serves as a call to action, inspiring readers to actively participate in building America’s future. The author encourages a move away from damaging political rhetoric and division, instead advocating for unity, compromise, and our collective effort to save the American dream.
Addressing contentious issues from both ends of the political spectrum, the book encourages readers to open their eyes, expand their minds, and foster a balanced perspective on the nation's challenges and possible solutions. The author lays bare the possibility of the next US revolution - a conscious, collective movement towards positive change and an end to the partisan politics and corruption that threaten the nation's future.
Common Sense for America; In Crisis delivers a critical yet hopeful message, offering a fresh take on America's current political woes and the way forward. It's a passionate plea for readers to rise above political rhetoric and work together to rekindle the values upon which the United States was built. The book is an enlightening treatise and a must-read for anyone yearning to understand the current political climate and how we can reclaim the America we know and love.

Sujets

• Political Process
• Political Science

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 20 mars 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781524533106
• Langue: English

Extrait

COMMON SENSE for AMERICA; IN CRISIS
 

 
 
DR. STEPHEN C. CASTLE
 
 
 
Copyright © 2019 by Dr. Stephen C. Castle.
 

Library of Congress Control Number:
2016913269
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-5245-3312-0

Softcover
978-1-5245-3311-3

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“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, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.”
— Charles Dickens
Contents
Dedication
In Memoriam
Preface
Chapter One: Acrimony
Chapter Two: American Dream
Chapter Three: Common Sense
Chapter Four: Corruption
Chapter Five: Debt
Chapter Six: Deep State
Chapter Seven: Education
Chapter Eight: Energy
Chapter Nine: Government
Chapter Ten: Immigration
Chapter Eleven: Justice
Chapter Twelve: Media
Chapter Thirteen: Politics
Chapter Fourteen: Reality
Chapter Fifteen: Renaissance
Chapter Sixteen: Societal Despair
Chapter Seventeen: Taxes
Chapter Eighteen: Terror
Chapter Nineteen: Treason
Chapter Twenty: Tribalism
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Dedication
“I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love,
than to be a success at something you hate.”
— George Burns
To my beautiful and inspirational wife, Ellen, the enduring love of my life; my vivacious and adventurous daughter, Gracie, the best girl in the world; and my exuberant and inquisitive son, Robert, the best boy in the world.
In Memoriam
“It is foolish and wrong to mourn [those] who died.
Rather, we should thank God such [people] lived.”
— General George S. Patton
This heartfelt tribute commemorates the everlasting memory of my two late parents: Robert Marvin Castle (1920-1991) and Alice Louise Castle (1930-2019).
My father spent most of his youth mired in the depths of the Great Depression and his early twenties fighting Japanese tyranny in the Far East. Based in the far reaches of Northeast India, he helped fly transport planes on dangerous missions for the Army Air Force over the “China Hump” in support of Chinese Nationalist, British, and American troops. After World War II ended in 1945, my dad returned to his birthplace in Lubbock, Texas, as a disabled veteran with an honorable discharge. Once home, he started life anew with alacrity; ultimately graduating from Texas Tech University on the GI Bill with bachelor and master’s degrees in Economics and Spanish.
For the next few years, my father worked every odd job available, prudently saved his money, and remained aggressively on the lookout for a solid breakout opportunity. As luck would have it, the emerging field of public education attracted his interest because he naturally possessed a profound passion for helping people. So, my dad made a rather quick, yet life-altering choice by zealously transitioning from a variety of aircraft related occupations into an energized and workaholic teacher, coach, and school administrator.
My mother spent her first ten years of life embroiled in the depths of the depression too and then had to endure a litany of domestic hardships for another five due to America’s monumental involvement in a two-front war to defeat tyranny. As a result, mom had to earnestly go to work at a very young age instead of experiencing the fun and frivolity of a normal childhood. Nevertheless, she came through the tough times essentially unscathed by stoically performing a plethora of tasks while diligently tending to her neighborhood’s Victory Garden. Just like my father, the unabashed trauma of having to endure the Great Depression and World War II before adulthood would organically coalesce to frame my mother’s everlasting persona, perspective, and psyche.
Once peace became apparent, mom was able to complete high school, secure a good-paying job at the Dallas Morning News and began attending North Texas State College in Denton, Texas. There, she not only earned her Bachelor of Science degree in Education, but also developed a fashionable style and charming personality. Upon graduation, my mother bounced around every small town in the Dallas regional area desperately seeking a permanent position in any public school with an opening.
Ironically, public pedagogy brought my parents together, as mom serendipitously found an opening where my father happened to be the Principal around the Midland/Odessa area, in West Texas. Consequently, they got to know each other and quickly began a whirlwind romance culminating in marriage, and my resultant birth. Soon thereafter and on a bit of a whim, my folks made a key and courageous decision to leave their collective past behind to follow the great migration westward along Route 66 in search of better work opportunities; with me, as an infant, precariously strapped into a makeshift child seat in the back of a 1953 Chevy Bel Air.
By their own admission, this was one of the happiest times of their lives because my parents were finally free of the gripping despair of the depression, the constant angst of a seemingly never-ending war, and the many frustrating memories associated with time lost. In effect, they had become culturally and spiritually liberated by the intrinsic thrill of personal accomplishment because their like-minded college diplomas provided them with a lifetime of possibilities while their innately gritty work ethic offered the clear minded determination to achieve their own version of the American Dream. So, like many others of their time-period, my mom and dad followed the intoxicating allure of social mobility by relocating all the way to Bakersfield, California, in the booming heart of the Southern San Joaquin Valley, about a hundred miles north of Los Angeles.
For the next thirty-six years, my father went about his daily duties in a wholly unselfish and unceremonious manner while always doing everything in his power to help his victorious and exceptional generation build what was to become, the greatest nation on Earth. Unquestionably, dad was a wonderfully dependable family man, role model, community leader, and a lifelong force of advocacy for humanitarian values. Regardless the task, my father remained steadfast and principled throughout his life, as he was the epitome of self-sacrifice and commitment while proudly serving his country, community, and family with a humble blend of humor, common sense, and conviction every day.
My father’s most fundamental beliefs were consistently evidenced through his tireless political efforts on behalf of his beloved Democratic Party, his personal engagement in community activism, and his profound devotion to public education. In addition, dad always offered endearing support to the socially impoverished, had axiomatic concern for the elderly, expressed empathetic comprehension for the unique plight of the undocumented migrant farmworker, and offered uncompromising support for the universal protection of civil rights for every human being.
As for my mother, the next fifty-seven years saw her relentlessly pursue a professional path designed to improve her overall educational standing. Thus, she earned her Master of Science degree in Elementary Education from the University of Southern California and naturally evolved into a highly respected middle school teacher and long-serving home school provider. Simultaneously, she worked like crazy to make a better life for our small family and she found consistent success, not only as a conscientious mother, but also a stalwart and resourceful community advocate, dedicated worker for the Democratic Party, studious collector of delicate antiques, and competitive Bridge player. Mom also remained an outspoken, well-read, and fiercely independent woman who fought hard for her rightful place at the proverbial table of life, forever supportive of equal rights not only for females specifically, but all people.
In 2012, well after dad’s passing twenty-one years earlier, my wife and I honorably accepted the responsibility of moving my mother from her long-time California residence into our Florida home, where we fastidiously oversaw her personal care for seven years until her recent death. The entire experience was a raw, exhausting, emotional, and evolving epiphany of compassionate commitment that clearly reinforced the true meaning of family, and the inherent mystic associated with the circle of life. Without question, my parents were full-fledged and patriotic founding members of the Greatest Generation, and their enduring legacy will always shine brightly within their