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Last week in a small town similar to Forest, 31-year-old Jeff Knotaman, who self-identifies as a six-year-old boy, “absolutely crushed” a game-winning home run that won the local t-ball championship for his team. The following day progressives, gender confusionist and social justice warriors applauded Knotaman’s accomplishments.
This weekend I was scrolling through my Facebook timeline and I saw this posted and it broke my heart. It is a rather long post so bare with me.
My wife, Danny, my daughter, and I first started vacationing on the Gulf of Mexico in Ft. Morgan, Alabama 16 years ago and with the exception of a jaunt to the mountains one summer, and this summer, we’ve spent a week or more there every year.
There is little doubt conservatism is under an all-out assault by the progressive left including daily acts of hypocrisy and censorship. An all-out cultural war has been waged on practically every established American moral and value. Every waged war is realistically two wars. There is the war of ideas and a war for territory.
For as long as I can remember there has been a fanatical group of the Democratic Party calling for socialism in America. In the not so distant past, these socialists were dismissed as harmless and ignored, even by their own party. The perilous notion of socialism in America is, and always has been, outrageous.
It’s not officially Summer yet by the calendar terms, but with temperatures crawling into the high nineties and school letting out, sweet summertime has been declared in the South. It’s officially time for front porch sittin’, creek swimmin’, cookouts, watermelon, and all of the other wonderful things we southerners enjoy this time of year.
School just got out, summer’s here — unofficially with the arrival of Memorial Day come Monday anyway — and the kids are already bored.
This might be a long summer. Long, hot summer. Long, long, hot summer.
Back in my day....
Oh, never mind.