Florida, like so many places where the water meets the sea seems
always in crisis. A crisis in the economy, a crisis in education, a water
crisis, crisis ad infinitum and still a crisis over Confederates? The war between the states may have ended in
1865 but not the strife. Florida’s role in the conflict was negligible though
decisive. The Confederates held and many
ancestral Floridians still take pride in that.
However, our governor and vampire-in-chief, Nosferatu,
demurs siding instead with the righteous indignation of the NAACP in barring
inclusion of a few distinguished members of the Confederacy precisely because
they were NOT United States
military. Honorable service and post-war achievements aside, they were
wrong, so nyah! Serves you right you slavers!
But isn’t this place named the Florida Veterans Hall
of Fame? Weren’t they Floridians? Or is this a Federally funded installation or
another usurpation of state’s rights? Or
just the misgivings of a plutocrat ill equipped to see clear what is dear to
many of his constituents?
Who am I kidding? By
constituents, I meant the people of
Florida. Governor Scott’s constituents
are predominantly transcontinental oligarchs sensitive only to a shortage of
Beluga and Cristal. So who can blame him? He doesn’t know any poor
or working class people. Those
characterized by the English author Lord Lytton as the great unwashed. Those considered mere chattel to be
corralled and ruled or at least made into cannon fodder to fight wars whereby
some future stone edifice might bear the names of those sacrificed on the altar
of a bad cause. Sound familiar?
The governor should be ashamed for not finding a way to illuminate
both sides of gallantry in this latest monument to a sanitized past. Shame on Nosferatu. Bad vampire, bad!
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