Growing up as an Army Brat in the 1950s had its benefits. My dad was a West Point graduate in 1939, a time of true national honor, honesty and dignity. Many years later I remember my father weeping at news of the first West Point cheating scandal. I was too young to understand but my dad’s tears just broke my heart.
But these days, nobody raises their eyebrows at cheating and official corruption. It’s just the mud pit of what our country has descended into. Occasionally, reporters here and there expose the official corruption. Here’s the rare one: