My heart has been filled with great sadness that some in our midst find America distasteful to the point their anger has manifest in the elimination of police, the toppling of historical statues, defacing of national monuments, and the insistence to erase names from our military bases, schools and street corners with no replacements other than filthy profane graffiti.
I am reminded of my younger years and the words of artist Billy Joel’s “Angry Young Man”:
I believe I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage,
I’ve found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too, had my pointless point of view
Life went on no matter who was wrong or right
And there’s always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
He’s never been able to learn from mistakes
He can’t understand why his heart always breaks
His honor is pure and his courage is well
He’s fair and he’s true, and he’s boring as hell
And he’ll go to his grave as an angry old man.
We have been so blessed by our Creator to have been born, raised or naturalized in the freest country on earth, yet many of these blessings have been ignored by some who wish to search for the sins of the past to unearth little known facts to support their destruction.
Like Fort Bragg, established in September 1918, named after Confederate Civil War General Braxton Bragg. But did you know he bought a sugar plantation in Louisiana which relied on the labor of 125 slaves? Nope, I didn’t.
But did you know entertainers Alice Cooper and Willie Nelson were prolific golf enthusiasts in their spare time? Surprised me too.
Then there is the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon parlor game whose concept is that any two people on earth are six or fewer acquaintances apart. I am sure Kevin Bacon could be linked to a distant slave owner if we run the numbers. If so, do we insist on striping him of his Screen Actors Guild award due to his potential racist roots? Make sense? Of course not.
I have been fortunate to have traveled abroad to several foreign countries, tasting their food, and really enjoying their local libations. You would not believe how rough foreign toilet paper is. There is no such thing as “Super-Size” in Rome, and I had my pockets picked three times in one day. You cannot take a bottle of Coca-Cola from a business in Costa Rica; they pour the Coke into a plastic bag and add a straw.
I have always said those that constantly run down our way of life here in the states have no perspective. Their wacky Marxist college professors work these young minds of mush into a lather and send them off on a mindless bent to destroy and pontificate with prejudice.
Set their little hinies in a jail cell for a few days to think about their byproducts of anger, and maybe they will realize things ain’t as bad as they seem. Save their money and fly anywhere in the world. Try burning a Russian flag in Moscow, where I have been twice, and I guar-an-tee their time spent in Siberia making small ice cubes out of big ice cubes will sent them French kissing the ground in the great U.S. of A. if they are lucky enough to be paroled from their frozen gulag.
All this anger needs to be directed at the agitators causing all this ruckus. And when America is too much to take, Delta is ready when you are.
W.J. Butcher is a Coweta County resident and retired 26-year veteran of the Atlanta Police Department. Send comments, kudos, and criticism to: email@example.com .