To Vassar Bushmills, in re your seminal “Bachelor’s Corner On Memorial Day Sunday”:
Amen. Contrast your story to this:
In the county where I live there is the obligatory “anti-tobacco” movement, which of course resulted in the smoking- in- public- places ban like ones you see all over the country. The definition of “public places” is of course the devil in the details. Government buildings, stores and shops, restaurants and bars, trains, planes and ferryboats and wherever you see the signs.
Well of course the enforcement arm of this ordinance had to be the Health Department. The Health Department routinely inspects restaurants, bars, etc. for code violations. Now, the county had previously targeted a lot of places as “public” so as to apply the anti-smoking ban to bingo halls, recreation venues and, inexplicably, venues like the VFW and the American Legion.
So even places which you would think are private clubs are subject to this ordinance. This being the 21st Century and all, the public outrage of subjecting places like this to the ordinance was muted.
So on a visit to the local VFW for a supposed routine inspection, did the Health Department encounter people smoking in violation of the ban? No, what they found was dirty ashtrays on a table in the back of the kitchen. Gotcha! The VFW was cited for violating the no-smoking ordinance. Because dirty ashtrays are just like DNA, you know, or fingerprints or gunpowder residue. Those Veterans of Foreign Wars people were guilty as sin.
So as I read the post on this site concerning Memorial Day, the one by Vassar Bushmills describing how religious people in days of yore, and hopefully still in this day and age in scattered places around the country, treated the ‘rough men standing ready in the night’, versus the post the other day by Nessa about “self -righteous women” (and men, and left-wing activists and college snots, and busybody municipal officials dedicated to eliminating any traces of anything related to tobacco but incredulously ripe and ready to set up needle exchanges to assist heroin users in destroying themselves) and the way they turn up their noses at the Common Man, including the veteran, it reminded me of this VFW incident and the only thing I could think of was “What a contrast!” And what a lie bleeding heart liberalism has been lo these last fifty years or so about how much they “care” about their fellow man, including those who have made it possible for these weasels to sleep soundly in their beds.
True Confessions: I smoked for 35 years and quit 17 years ago, only because my wife developed breast cancer and some things are wakeup calls. Smoking is bad for you. It is especially bad for some people. It was a good thing when instead of romanticizing it, the trend shifted to educating about it’s dangers. But when ostensible noble causes start getting hijacked by self-righteous power-grabbers and attention-seekers and when those who have served are harassed and scolded and literally punished in their own communities, incredibly and abominably even in their own private spaces, we’ve come a long way, baby, to get where we got to today.
I am also a veteran. I didn’t serve in a foreign war, but I served during the Viet Nam war and I lived through the upheavals in America surrounding that conflict. After the horrible way vets were treated coming home from that war, and after their efforts during said war were not only not supported but mocked and maligned and slurred and disrespected, you’d have thought the movers and shakers in this country would have seen the light and vowed that never again would the servicemen and veterans of our great nation be messed with. So looking around at the VA scandals that occur with relative frequency these days, you would be wrong wouldn’t you? And seeing things like that, and the abominable Rules Of Engagement and Politically Correct Non-Uniform Codes of Military Justice for our current crop of fighting men, often formulated by social justice workers pretending to be army lawyers, things like that, well, it’s not beyond the pale that a little old VFW club in flyover country would be toyed with by those who are sure they know what’s best for everybody else.
Yeah….wakeup calls. There surely are things that ought to be wakeup calls. This is Memorial Day, a day when we honor some who gave all. But there are also a lot who gave some, and many who gave a lot. If you respect these men and women, you don’t mess with them. They deserve the sanctuary and the safe space.