The dimpled miscreant was suspended from day care when, asked to sing a song for the class, the child violated a dearly-held nursery-school standard by mumbling a song, sing-songily, perhaps the only song he knows by heart, the official song of his family's favorite football squad, their (and my own) Philadelphia Eagles.
If there is any doubt that the constant diatribe of political correctness is exacting a price, just look at our position in the world. Our stature has deteriorated more in the last several years than it has in all of our history. That is because we have lost sight of who we are. Our hesitance to stand up to the truths we hold dear is turning our spines to jelly.