We learn that the West Florida Flaggers (sic) held their (sic) first flagging in Pensacola yesterday. Details here.
The individual in question speculated on the reaction to this news:
Expect howls of derision** from … certain … quarters … over my solitary venture, the weather, my walker (complete with neon-yellow tennis-ball shoes on the back feet — hey, it came that way; $4.50 bucks at the mission store), and stuff to ridicule that their mentality makes them notice, things that ordinary folks likely aren’t even aware of.
And what do the double asterisks mean?
**(Alternately, expect dead, ringing silence — an attempt to ignore in the hope that we will disappear.)
Other than noting that “we” does not equal “she,” I decided to test expectations. No “dead, ringing silence” (“Honey, is that ringing in my ear the sound of silence?”) …
… but no howls of derision, either.
After all, Connie Chastain shows up. Susan Hathaway doesn’t.
I use a large tricycle to play loud rap music, so I am not going to insult her for using a walker. I usually come out by myself, so I am not going to insult her for going out by herself. If I am going to insult her, it’s for her terrible anti-Muslim beliefs.
Did I read that right, under the overpass?
“Achy knees, cold hands, rain-frizzled hair, solo ventures, dirty dishes — these are nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the horrors and sacrifices our Confederate ancestors — civilians, servants, and most especially the soldiers — endured. Nothing.”
Connie might inspire me to write some historical fiction about Confederate leaders complaining about their rain-frizzled hair.
Ah, the servants. How they “endured” the trials and tribulations as they awaited the advancing Union armies and freedom.
Pass de mint juleps, sweet tea, and freshen up dem magnolias. Lawd, I shore do declare.
Oh, I’ve also imagined how one could be tired after visiting a plantation run as a historic site, but thinking about how hard it must have been for the owner to work all day managing all his slaves.
Sorry. I meant to say “managing his servants”. It’s clearly impossible for me to enter Connie’s mine, even for satire.
Why would the battle flag of the Army of Northern Virginia be flying in Florida? Why does someone want to flag anything in Florida? What is the point of flagging? If it is to prove one’s lack of historical knowledge, then she proved it in spades, but she does that via her blog all the time.
If she wants to educate people on the purpose of the confederacy she should have been out with shackles and chains and offered to put them on black people to demonstrate what the confederacy was about.
…and we all know Florida has been taken over by an invasion of Northern Yankee snowbirds seeking to flee the friged Northern winter…..
It seems to me working with an organization like the Civil War Trust to save endangered historic sites would be a better way to “preserve heritage” than worrying about the battle flag being flown in front of a hockey arena.
I don’t know Connie, but I have run across her a few times while researching the Civil War and trying to learn what I can. I don’t agree with her twisting of documented history. I just mostly feel sorry for her now and hope her health improves.
I respect her willingness to go it alone in such circumstances and then blogging about it. I second your sentiment about her health.
I’m amazed at you people. The door has been wide open for weeks. Connie complains about dirty dishes then declares the work is worth the sacrifice for honoring those ancestors….
I mean, if those ancestors would have won, she’d probably have a faithful servant to do those dishes.