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Police Squeeze Bad Company
August 27, 2020
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We’re in the absolute, most sensitive time in society. When President Trump held a Bible in his hands for a photo op, I wrote a simple post on Facebook.
“Don’t be fooled or impressed by a man because he holds a Bible, but instead, be the man who holds the WORD on the inside, where the fruit is so obvious it’s as if the book is held as high as humanly possible.”
The Trump lovers began a full onslaught on my Facebook page, and the Democrats and the Left embraced me in a way I had daydreamed my father would have in my adolescence. I was in, the door was wide open and they laid out a carpet of crimson and motioned, ‘come hither.’
But then, after hearing Dr. Stella Immanuel speak on Hydroxychloriquine, I was drawn in by her conviction but the next day, she and Alien DNA and Demon Sex and censorship on Facebook made me have to take a good look at what country I was in, because in the land of free speech I wasn’t comfortable with someone’s opinion being silenced, sabotaged and shut down, so instead of making this a post that would rile the politically charged, I would, instead take the high road, post the doctor’s picture with the words, “I Love This Woman!”
And just like that, the Left rolled up the carpet, pushed me off it and spit on my shoes. In the eighth grade, rejected by the cool kids and, then also the geeks, I ate my lunch at a spacious table all by my lonesome; so, this moment was somewhat familiar territory.
Knees and Toes
When Colin Kaepernick took a knee, I understood it. When he was kicked out of the league, I stopped understanding. Being an American gives him the right to protest. Being in the NFL was something he did by working hard and being better than a lot of people at a specific craft. I was pretty certain we had all learned from the bravery of the Greatest of All Time, Muhammad Ali, who opposed the system in the 60’s and lost, but later won, bigtime. But no, here we were again. Different scenario and political landscape, but same ol’ cry for justice and fairness.
If you’ve ever uttered the phrase, ‘All Lives Matter,’ then you might be a redneck, or worse still, racist. Before ‘Black Lives Matter’ became a registered trademark owned by the Left with undertones of Marxism, it was a simple cry for fairness, not a knock at any other color, but a plea for one color to be treated equally.
As a member of the Red Cliff Band of Lake Superior Chippewas in the, once, peaceful state of Wisconsin, I grew up watching the government’s system of handouts creating addictions to drugs and alcohol, while stealing hopes, dreams and desires from some of the most talented people I have ever known. And while I somewhat respect the name change to one of Washington, D.C.’s pro sports teams, the timing is somewhat suspect. Why now and not in the 70’s when I first heard Native Americans politely protesting its roots of racism? Or the 80’s, the 90’s, or the decades that followed?
Want to know what would make me vote for President Trump in about two seconds? If he took five minutes to sit down with Colin Kaepernick to hear his heart, his passion and if the Donald isn’t willing to walk in Colin’s shoes for a bit, at least try the Nike ones on.
Tear Down Rocky Balboa While You’re At It
There are statues all around our fine nation that people are fighting too hard for to keep them standing when what they stand for, at their root, at their base isn’t necessarily all good. If I had a statue in my yard, but found out that trinket made my neighbor uncomfortable or caused pain in any way, I wouldn’t leave that statue up, and I probably wouldn’t find another home for it either, or sell it to someone else who wants to continue to inflict that pain by its mere existence.
This isn’t about sensitivity and reacting every time someone is offended over something, otherwise we’d soon be a sterilized society with Starbucks, Applebee’s and Stepford Wives and that would be it, and our lives wouldn’t be too different than Jim Carrey’s in ‘The Truman Show.’
On I-65 in Nashville, there is a statue of Nathan Bedford Forrest, which I would like to see removed for two reasons, one, it’s spooky as hell and could give me nightmares if my subconscious mind would recall it during my REM sleep cycle, and the other is, it’s racist.
But if I’m super offended, I then would like to see a ban on the movie Forrest Gump, since that’s where Forrest got his name, and then a ban on Tom Hanks because he’s the actor who saw the script and said yeah, I want to play that guy who is kin to great sin and then I’d be happy if Hanks moved to Greece forever; or would I be?
Attention To Detail
I’m not going to protest Jack FM, just because they didn’t keep their eyes on their outdoor campaign, not even realizing that one of their boards could easily offend those who pass by. This board ran the exact day of the incident in Kenosha, Wisconsin, but in a different Jack FM city.
“Police Squeeze Bad Company” Jack FM
What was once a great play on band names in one season can easily become a political statement in the next one, without ever meaning for that to be the case. Anyone too young to know those bands, or someone who isn’t about the lifestyle of Classic AC might read that board and say, “What!?”
There’s a time and place to stick your foot in your mouth, like when you’re trimming those toe nails, but if there’s ever been a time to make sure you’re buttoned up, have your eye on the ball and other idioms that will save you from embarrassment, ratings loss or job loss, that time is now.
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