By Harry M. Covert
I’ve given lots of thought to the ongoing pusillanimous barrage to rename everything from history. Thugs on the streets across the country, a bunch wearing black masks and clothes have literally gotten out of hand. And, if my guess amounts to anything, average people across the land are going to have their bellies full soon and the mindless so-called protesters will have their comeuppance.
While most good citizens are lifting prayers to the Almighty and government at all levels are helping with the weather tragedy in Texas, the anti-fascists have gotten completely out of hand.
The matter of free speech is no longer the issue. The pollyannish and simply ignorant running amok characters have reached the end of the line. It is sickening to watch disrupters get away with their efforts to destroy the nation as we know it today.
Real Americans have jumped into helping the hurting people in the flooded areas of the Lone Star State. I have not seen or heard about any of the ne’er-do-wells jumping in to help the devastation. Seeing pictures of the elderly in three-feet of water in assisted living; others who have streamed to makeshift facilities for sleeping and eating; all the streets appearing as rivers is disturbing. But the trouble makers represent the worst in the nation.
Say what you want, but to cure any sins of the past doesn’t rest with violence in the streets and if this lifestyle keeps up the silent majority is going to wake up. And, the reaction isn’t going to be pleasant because the quiet folks will break out their own tasers, firearms and such defense mechanisms they haven’t seen.
The alleged resistance and hateful movement represent nothing but cowards. Law enforcement is under attack; free speech is ignored and confused with mob activities.
How left wingers and disgusting political leaders continually talk about Nazis, fascism, racism (with a capital R) and other detestable things are beyond the pale. Do these people want another Civil War? It appears as they do without flinching. Good Americans everywhere must prevail.
Blame, blame and blame. They love to say those who don’t agree with them are racists. This is nothing but efforts to ruin society.
Public laws do not allow adults to wear masks or face-covering bandanas. The violence is now out of hand. There is no way to put on a smiling face or to make excuses for the tyranny.
It is much more fun and entertaining to report on the good things always going on in communities everywhere. How about those pitching in to help the struggling victims of Hurricane Harvey. It’s truly aggravating to read the “breaking news” of the weather travails and in moments the gas bags are prattling on about The President. If people have forgotten, Mr. Trump has all the power given to the chief executive and commander-in-chief. And he’s using it regardless of the opposition, including the unfaithful of his own party. He could certainly put the hurt on those dilettantes.
The constant animosity on social media has gotten hoary. There is no excuse. If anything, the silent majority is just waiting. When the preponderance of normally quiet folks say, “daddy has come home,” “we’ve had enough,” “sit down and shut up” the scalawags will scram. First the wishy-washy electeds will pay the price for their wimpiness and spineless non-support of the President.
I don’t want to point out the names of the now so-called leaders more interested in their survival than the people. Readers already know these weaklings. Heaven forbid they are allowed to remain.
And, to the knotheads who like to sliver around with the I-word, that’s i-m-p-e-a-c-h, they are long out of date. The times are not from the Seventies. There has always been something called the “loyal opposition.” Nowadays the term is “awful opposition” which has no respect for anything. These folks need to get out and talk to real people, ignore the so-called polls which are shamefully out of touch.
Today, the national tragedy is in Texas and the unprecedented floods. Except for Divine Intervention, climate changers can’t do a thing to stop the rains and floods. That’s not difficult to figure out. And, are you ready for this, “it ain’t Mr. Trump’s fault” the rains came, the floods arose and the inconvenience resulted. ◄◄◄◄
This column has appeared in The Tentacle.
No Comparison of Robert and Robert
By Harry M. Covert
Well now, “Dear Hearts and Gentle People,” have you stopped laughing? Those media numbskulls at ESPN have more money than sense.
In a day of turmoil, I almost had a stroke laughing. I thought it was a joke. The story on Monday was that sports announcer Robert Lee was not going to describe the college football game between host University of Virginia and William and Mary. UVA is known as the Cavaliers. In my day W&M was called the Indians. Not too far back the name was changed to Tribe to be PC.
A few miles down the road from Williamsburg, the colonial capital, is Jamestown. Readers could recall occupants in those day included Pocahontas and her Indian people.
Back to the big game in Charlottesville Saturday September 2 at 3:30 P.M. in Scott Stadium.
Broadcaster Robert Lee won’t be at the microphone for the game. The reason? Well, some empty suit at ESPN thinks that Lee without the E. may be mistaken for General Robert E. Lee.
Ignorance may be bliss, but there will be no comparison of Robert and Robert.
I know the thugs were out in force recently, violently disturbing the peace and dignity. Yes, supposed peaceful assembly was avoided.
Because of the tragic situation, the broadcast panty-waists stepped in as if anybody watching or listening on air or in the stands would be tempted to break bad at attempt to remove the announcer.
As so many singers have performed:
“I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who live in my home town.
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never, ever let you down.”
Of course, the nation seems to have gone berserk, really a very small number of bigots, hate speeders and other types I’m avoiding to describe.
In my day I covered lots and lots of sports events at every college stadium, at least in Virginia. The fervor of all those games was collegiate rah-rah, exciting. I can add that old phrase “hubba hubba.” From the press boxes the college experience was great, beautiful girls wearing chrysanthemums, school colors and exciting games. Other aspects of fall football make the days full of fun and frolic. It’s rather doubtful any alleged protesters of the thuggery type will appear at the Cavalier-Indian, oops, Tribe show.
After hearing the president of all the people give the go-ahead to march to victory in war zones, I believe the opponents in David A. Harrison III Field will be playing for victory, to win and not for tie, a deadlock. The coaches will not be telling their players to stand down, or suggest it’s okay to lose.
I’ll also wager that none of the UVA-W&M players, or the alumni and friends, will fail to stand when the national anthem is performed to honor America. Neither will the old state song be heard, “Carry me back to old Virginny.” That’s okay and from a different era.
If any violent trouble makers dare pull similar matters that’s smeared C-vile, I have a solution. Those creating havoc should be scooped up, drafted into the army or Public Health Service immediately and sent to Guantanamo Bay or Afghanistan. Free speech is one thing, but criminal activities is another. Mask-wearing is illegal for adults. No Lone Rangers allowed.
Here’s a phrase I remember: “Winners never lose and losers never win.”
Try to remember some old college fight songs. “Boola boola.” Excuse me, that belongs to Yale.
UVA’s is “The Good Old Song,” and W&M: “Tribe Fight Song” Oh, we will fight, fight, fight for the Indians…”
This column has appeared in The Tentacle.