Back in the ’80s, as a young airman, I received a letter written on the back of an old anti-nuke flyer. Another airman saw that and found it offensive. I responded with words to the effect, “I disagree with the position, but aren’t we in the Air Force to defend the right to express it?”
Today is Memorial Day, when we are supposed to remember those who fell defending that freedom.
People who fell defending the freedom and rights that we just surrendered to a bunch of tyrants because of the Wuhan flu. It seems appropriate that so many locales have canceled Memorial Day ceremonies, or are observing it “virtually”. Our freedom is now pretty much virtual, when liquor stores, pot dispensaries, and sex clubs are essential, but gun stores and licensing are not.
I thought I was defending free speech, but now imperial Senators can condemn it without censure and with plenty of co-sponsors. Appropriately, the House is playing TAPS for America. I was so naive back then.
Still, there has been some pushback. Armed protestors in Michigan. A few sheriffs across the country with the wild idea that their oaths meant something. Some nonessential shops reopening to provide some nonessential jobs so people can buy a little nonessential food and pay their nonessential rent and mortgages.
I’d like to hold out some hope that the country might buy calcium supplements and grow a spine again. But while thousands protest, millions more do nothing.
We sold our liberty for $1,200 a pop. It’s not like we were using it anyway.