Watch it while you can…
Sargon of Akkad captures my “attitude” perfectly in this commentary. Most likely because my Mum was British and raised me in some of the same culture. Yet my Dad also taught me to kneel to no one. The Irish Celtic rebel Free Man ethos.
So just out of historical respect for Mum’s hertage (and a bit since I could pledge to H.M. and get inherited British Citizenship) the one person on the planet to whom I would “take a knee” is the present Queen Of The United Kingdom. Everyone else gets a Free Man, sovereign of his own life, captain of his own destiny, kneeling to no man. Celtic / American “Live Free or Die” in your grill.
I pledge fealty and subservience to no one and certainly not to some “movement” (which always reminds me in a synesthesia way of bowels…)
When I see someone “taking a knee” the general feeling I get is roughly “look at that poor vassal sot, subservient and cowed.” Stand up on your own two feet, man, and express your ownership of your own self! That’s what I feel STANDING for the national anthem. Reconizing that THIS land does not require me to kneel and “kiss the ring”. In this land I am free to stand in front of kings, Presidents, Popes, and anyone else.
That is why the BLM MANDATE to display fealty by kneeling is so irksome and revolting. I join no organization that demands subservience. “Why” will be expanded below the video:
So, once upon a time, about 6o some years ago, as a young 3 or 4 year old, I’d play with the neighbor kids. One who was also my age lived accross the street. His mother was divorced (very unusual then) and she gave in to any demand of her little princeling. Needless to say, he was very spoilt and lacking any self discipline. He also had somewhat violent and sociopathic tendencies. Something unclear to a 4 year old…
So one day we were playing in his “clubhouse” which consisted of a large appliance sized box and some boards stuck against a fence on the side of his yard. The back fence was barbed wire then a gravel alley and an open farm field. The edge of town. We’d played together inside his home a couple of times by then, and I’d observed his shouting and screaming tantrums getting him anything he wanted (reminiscent of recent protesters…)
So he says to me “Would you like to join my club?” And listed a couple of other kids who he claims have joined. I said “Sure”. He then proceeds to tell me there is an innitation ritual. I must take off my shoes, squeeze though the back fence, and walk over some broken glass. If I don’t do it, I can’t be in this special club. I’m not brave enough.
So I think about this for about a second, then said “That’s dumb. I’m not doing it.” Well, this was an early indication of my Celtic core and British spine and self sovereign character. Also prescient of the many decades ahead to be strewn with people who hated me for not giving a damn what they thought of me. Needless to say that when a couple of more coercion verbalizings got the same “No!” the little princeling wannabe went a bit volcanic.
I retreated to my home, never to play at his house again. For the next roughly 14 years, he violently hated me and occasionally tried to give me grief, or organize others against me (also reminiscent of current “cancel culture”).
Then he was found dead, shot, out by the river. Can you say “Happy Dance Time?”… I knew you could 8-)
Now this kid had been nothing but trouble to a lot of folks in town. When there’s only a few thousand total, and 18 years of exposure, everybody has met. The local police “investigated” by going to the river and saying, roughly “Yeah, that’s him. Looks shot dead to me. Wonder who did it…”
The rumor was that he had joined some kind of radical nutbar group, variously claimed as either a Neo-Nazi group or a KKK faction, and they killed him because he was giving THEM a bad name. Yeah. That bad. I never knew of any such groups, so perhaps just malicious gossip. Then again, I didn’t move in circles where I’d have met any of them if they did exist.
So now you also know why I could never “pledge” to a frat (ritual hazing and all) nor see myself putting up with a drill seargent back in the day when they were abusive. It is also why I will not support the actions of any group that uses intimidation.
Antifa, BLM, Cancel Culture, the lot of them. They are just socially coercive “clubs” demanding you “take a knee” to them and after initiation, go out and intimidate people. Like the KKK and the National Socialist German Workers Party and various black and brown shirts before them. Like the CCP. Pol Pot, Kim rollypolly Whatever, Stalin, and dozens of others.
Sociopaths crave power over others and enjoy hurting folks. They tend to be over represented at the tops of corporations and government. (If they live long enough…) ANY form of goverment with stong centralized power will eventually get one at the top, then you have tyranny until collapse. That is why our government is supposed to be weak and decentralized. (See 10th amendment) For this reason, Communist and Fascist Socialist governments rarely last more than 50 to 75 years. Often as short as a dozen or two.
Unfortunately, one such person, Soros, has invented a way to manipulate governments and populations from outside. How do you depose the greedy despotic Dear Leader who is always working through sock puppets?
But at least I can say “No!” to the demand that I “take the knee”, pledge fealty, or apologize for thinking my own thoughts.
I am my own person. A “finished person” comfortable in my centered principled self. I need not kneel to anyone. I do not care to join your club, and I look on the emotional tantrum that you display in response to “No!” with pitty at your poor charcter, weakness, and unprincipled vacuous character.
With any luck, I’ll get to visit you “at the river” after you piss off the wrong folks.
From time to time, when visiting my parents graves, I’ll walk over and stand on another. Sometimes an irresistible urge to spit comes over me. I know, its a weakness. I take solace in knowing I’ve refrained from dispensing a yellow liquid. So far… But there is a guilty pleasure in dancing on the graves of those evil persons who brought you grief. I look forward to more opportunities for the same as the current crop of evil despots reach their end.