For some reason known only to the computer gods, when I click on the YouTube icon, the first thing that pops up is the live feed from the Duluth, Minnesota canal that the cargo ships use to go from Lake Superior into the Duluth harbor to load or unload whatever they are hauling. I have no idea why this happens, but as I enjoy looking at the scene, I just left it alone.
If you would like to take a look, here is the link. Duluth Canal Cam - YouTube
The scene can be peaceful on a sunny day, or it can be full of the violence of waves crashing over the barriers or onto the shores. In the spring there are huge slabs of ice floating in the canal. In the winter, the snow piles up on the walkway. But in the summertime, people line up the entire length of the canal walkway to watch the ships and to wave at the crew members.
It is interesting to get a close-up look at the massive ships entering and leaving the canal. And to hear the horn salute between a ship and the lift bridge at the entrance of the harbor. It is fun to watch the people. I didn't know that some scooters have headlights and taillights. Now I know.
But what I saw today made my heart glad. There is a fairly large patch of lawn near the canal. I watched two children - maybe toddler age or a bit older - running in circles, chasing one another. Their pure joy was obvious. After a while an adult - probably their Dad - joined them in a game of Tag.
It crossed my mind that this is exactly what the lives of kids should be. Running. Playing. Happiness.
But how many kids are deprived of that joy. How many are being groomed by drag queens. By those who want to convince them that boys are not boys and girls are not girls. By those who think it is OK to mutilate children who are not old enough to understand what that means for the rest of their lives.
If adults want to cut themselves up or pretend to change their gender, they can do so. They are grown-ups. Kids are not. I pray that we can return to some sort of sanity that allows kids to just be kids.
There has got to be a special place in hell for those who hurt children. Has to be.