I know a lot of y’all are tired of reading about the Confederate flag; after all, it means little in its own right. But Media-Government-Corp suddenly gave the Rebel flag a lot of new power by trying to ban it. It’s almost like the word “nigger.”
I can’t help myself. The first couple of times I did something unpopular in front of the public, it was difficult. But over time, I’ve gotten used to it. These days, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say I’m addicted to it. I get a rush out of pissing off a lot of people all at once – particularly when they’re leftists. I’m not going to change their minds (those minds are already owned by the “one-percent,” as I told one just today), and I have no respect for them. To me, they’re like animals in a zoo. It’s fun to rile them up and watch their antics. They make unintelligible noises and wild, primitive gestures with their paws.
Two friends accompanied me today. A husband/wife team. I’d brought a smaller flag for them. We started, as before, at Pioneer Courthouse Square and there were lots of people there. Right away, we met an older gentleman from the South and we struck up a conversation. But most people were hostile, especially as we made our way toward PSU campus. We got many threats and jeers, along with the occasional “finger” – for diversity of course. At some point, we got a police escort.
We crossed through the campus and got to the sports field, where a soccer game was afoot. A couple of lovely young Christian ladies approached us and asked why we were doing this. When I explained to them that “hate” had nothing to do with it, they grew sympathetic. So much so that when a young male student came over with his video device, and made it clear how hostile he was, the ladies came to our defense, pointing out that he was far less tolerant than I was. Even though the young ladies did much of the talking, the student refused to point his video at them. After a while, an official-looking man and a campus cop told us to leave. They said it was “private property” and that we needed a permit to hold a protest there. When I asked if tax dollars pay for the campus, the official said only 10% of it is paid for with tax dollars, the rest being from tuition and private donations. Not wanting to get arrested for trespassing, we made our way back downtown, where there were more people anyway.
One little old Asian woman told us, as she passed, “you shouldn’t be awoud to do that in pubric.” If she doesn’t believe in freedom of speech, then why did she come to America? That was a rhetorical question.
As we approached Pioneer Square again, it was clear that certain men were following us. Some of those men accosted our female companion when she’d entered a shop to get something to drink. They threatened her with violence if we didn’t leave.
We did meet several sympathetic people. One young man from Texas told us how, back home, they fly the “redneck flag” with pride, and that nobody messes with that flag over there. A young couple congratulated us for our courage, and said he’s glad somebody’s taking a stand for freedom of speech. Another man greeted me with pretty much the same words a bit later.
Toward the end, there was a black man following us closely. There was some concern that he would follow me onto my train, but instead he ended up debating my friend (the husband) and told him that his only intention was to make us feel as uncomfortable as our flags made him feel.