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Friday, April 18, 2014

It's not a swastika, you hysterical bedwetting libtards!

Quick biography folks. I was born in Arkansas, raised in Georgia ... well every other year (Army brat, parents divorced, joint custody) ... and I eventually settled down here in Memphis Tennessee. I watched amazed and I must admit quite a bit upset when legislators and the governor of Georgia decided to change the state flag. I wasn't alone in my outrage when the alma mater of both my father, and my brother—Ole Miss—decided to change its mascot. The football team is still called the Rebels, but I wonder for how long?

[Four students] at a private Catholic high school in South Huntington, N.Y., were indefinitely suspended for wearing a Confederate flag draped around their shoulders, CBS New York reports. The students, who brought the flag to an after-hours sports event at the Long Island school, have prompted outrage, according to the report.

“The African-American students who immediately saw it really exercised heroic restraint, and fortunately a teacher immediately confiscated the flag and took the students out of the gym,” Principal Gary Cregan of St. Anthony’s High told the station.

The seniors originally were suspended for only 10 days, but it was decided earlier this week that their punishment would be extended. Cregan also sent notes to parents making it clear that symbols “designed to revive past injustices or to inflame discrimination or racial intolerance, [are] completely unacceptable and profoundly offensive,” Newsday notes, according to CBS New York.
Down here in the south we call "indefinitely suspended" expulsion. Oh well, so these four foolish students won't be graduating with their peers this spring. That's too bad. It's unfortunate for them. It's also unfortunate for America. Did you know that the state of Mississippi to this day—the very last hold-out in the entire universe to my knowledge—still has those hated red-white-and-blue diagonal stars and stripes on their state flag? Well, I certainly hope no sporting match-ups happen between St. Anthony and some team from Mississippi. The entire student body of St. Anthony would have to "exercise heroic restraint" for an interminable period of time. That kind of hate-filled "racial intolerance" might infuriate the preternatural patience of all the Long Island fans to the point where every single one of them might just collapse in a frothing frenzy or maybe even a blood-pressure spiking stroke. And we surely wouldn't want that, now would we?

Isn't free speech funny? Did you know that it's protected speech if you get the urge to burn an American flag in public, or perform even more despicable acts with it? Furthermore the Supreme Court has ruled that Westboro picketing at military funerals is a-okay. Westboro Baptist Church is infamous for doing this. They are permitted to protest and hold up evil picket signs for the families of American patriots killed in action on foreign soil to endure while these families are trying to lay their sons and daughters to rest. Ah but if you dare to bring a Mississippi flag to Long Island ... well I guess there's just no telling what kind of imbecilic, beyond the pale, over the top, tempest in a tea-pot, star chamber, witch hunt you might face.

Southerners are not proud of slavery, but we are proud of our heritage. The vast majority of our ancestors weren't slave owners. Most of the southerners back then were dirt floor poor. The South didn't have that industrial revolution like they had up north. It was fields and fields of farms, and that's about all there was. That was back before tractors, irrigation systems, and scientific farming methods like crop-rotation and erosion control were discovered. They did the best they could with what they had, and at the same time—now folks don't let this blow your fragile little minds—they didn't know any better. It had always been the way it had been. Well, here we all are, a century and a half later, and we've been watching as libtards and progressivists rewrite all the history books. So you bedwetting hysterical jackasses in Long Island can take your entire high school, and fold the whole thing up into a brick and concrete origami dove, and shove it straight up your tight and narrow.

One last thing to think about if you think St. Anthony High School is doing the right thing by destroying the future opportunities of four students. First they came for the Southern flag, but you weren't a southerner and so you didn't speak up. Today they came for the American flag, but you're not a California moonbat so you probably didn't speak up. Tomorrow your own children could be expelled for draping an American flag over their shoulder at a football game, and sanctimonious libtards across the nation will vigorously applaud the decision.

There's a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
Well I'd just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door
But I'd always wind up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man, the things I heard

It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school, uphill both ways
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor
'Course that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15's through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He'd always stop right there and say...

That's something to be proud of
That's a life you can hang your hat on
That's a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin'
Or a newborn baby cryin'
In the arms of the woman that you love
That's something to be proud of

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