The 200th birthday of my country dawned dismal. We had run out on our obligation to an ally and left her people exposed to slaughter and slavery. We had turned inward, sucking our metaphoric thumb. The long slide into the funk and surrender that would only end with the Election of Reagan was begun.
Then the news came in - Israeli commandos had landed in Uganda's Entebbe airport and rescued a planeload of passengers hijacked by Islamic terrorists. Jonathan Netanyahu led the party and celebrated our 4th with an action that said manhood was still alive. Thanks, Jonathan. The world owes you. I owe you.