My father was a die-hard Republican who didn’t much like FDR. I was seven years old when President Roosevelt died, and the small New Mexico town where we lived held a community-wide celebration of his life. My father took me out of school to attend, as he believed it appropriate to honor the office of the president. I remember how thrilled I was to go with him, and I especially remember that we all sang Roosevelt’s favorite song, “Home on the Range.”
What a contrast to the Republican party of today. How horrified my father would be at the complete lack of respect for the office of president displayed at the recent state Republican convention—an outhouse covered with graffiti. I am quite certain my father couldn’t support such antics, and I know I certainly can’t. Our country is in real trouble when bathroom humor is considered acceptable by supposedly responsible people who want to lead. I wonder where they will lead us.