Can you imagine 5 feet of rain dumping on Kansas City? You think the flooding at 103rd and State Line was bad the other week? Man, oh man – poor Houston.

To top off the drenching, Houston had to suffer over 20 tornado warnings over the weekend. Just a tad difficult finding shelter in your basement when you’re sitting on your roof waiting for rescue, I would’ve thought. Over 450,000 people are predicted to be classified as ‘disaster victims’ according to FEMA, and yet more rain is coming so that total is likely to rise.

And yet, here we sit with our newspapers and we keep reading about statues of various historical figures being torn down by those who are offended by them. History lessons are being changed to the point that I would imagine they would end up being a bit of a snooze-fest in case we damage the sensibilities of someone in the classroom.

We’ve now got to contend with a movie theater in Memphis – The Orpheum – cancelling screenings of "Gone with the Wind" as it is insensitive to “a large segment of the population.”

Sir and I watched an oldie but goodie the other day – "Inherit the Wind," depicting the true story of the trial of a high school teacher up on charges over the controversy of creationism versus evolution back in 1925. Darwin versus God, if you will. Spencer Tracy did a mighty fine job of merging the two to prove both can, and do, exist. But what struck me was the righteous fervor of the street marchers back in the mid-1920s, and how, on initial inspection, were so similar to those fervently marching and demonstrating today.

I want to sit down with all the whiners, moaners, hardly-done-by people, the snowflakes, the gangs, ISIS, Antifa and all the rest of them and ask them just one simple question: What do you want?

No, no, don’t tell me what you don’t like, don’t tell me what you don’t want, don’t tell me what you’re sick of – be positive, and tell me what you want – and why you think for a heartbeat you’re entitled to it.

You see entitlement is a very dangerous thing and if not fulfilled leads to slippery slopes of bruised egos and hurt feelings, so that the original intentions get blurred and resentment grows with each bleat – on all sides.

I want to prove to them, using historical facts, the truth of the saying “those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it”.

I want to take all their little faces in my hands, look them in the eyes and tell them all to grow up and get over themselves. Then I want to take them all by the hand and lead them to the nearest Red Cross facility so they can use some of their boundless energy for self-pity, and put it to better use providing some succor for our neighbors in Houston.

As a friend of mine would say, “I wasn’t brought up, I was thrown against a wall and told to get up.” Maybe it’s time for a bit of tough love.

-- Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Email her at