Your humble blogger decided to kick back at the end of this long week with a new favorite pastime of mine. Friends, I spent this Friday night at the rodeo. To my Jersey friends, don’t laugh. It’s a hoot. Grab a cocktail and watch idiots try to hold onto a raging beast for 8 seconds. To my Texas friends, also don’t laugh. I wore my Stetson so I fit in.
And then it hit me. The rodeo tart came a-whoopin’ and a-hollerin’ onto the arena floor carrying Old Glory clenched tightly in her fist as Lee Greenwood’s Proud to Be an American strained loudly over the loudspeaker.
What struck me though was the sense that this American empire collapsed long ago. I may be the only guy in that arena tonight who knew it; but this rodeo was lacking a little in the soul department. The cowboys and cowgirls in attendance tonight dutifully rose to their feet for the national anthem of a nation that went out with a whimper many decades ago.
We promote, mandate, and export death to the world. It’s sad. It’s all over except for the cleanup on aisle four.
But hey, we still have bread and rodeos (even if the drinks were wildly overpriced). Have a great weekend everyone!
Immaculate Virgin Mary, patroness of our land, pray for us!
Oh and I understand Gary Voris indirectly called me “Catholic QAnon”. Folks, when they tell you that you can’t ask questions, you know things are upside down. I met Gary once. Used to be a fan. Then again, he used to do good work.