The day started off well enough, with a famous Texan sunrise breaking through the autumnal mist. It was powerful and while some fail to see the glory of God in creation, it's also true that some are blind. My son wasn't and remarked, "That's very beautiful, Dad."
So true and on we drove to this rural haven's hallowed hall of free academe. Resisting the urge to think "you get what you pay for," I dropped the kid off at school and headed back to the Compound. Well done. School INFIL complete, it was time for a strong cup of coffee and Morning Prayer, on the porch.
Just Some Tranny
Next task? Walk the dog. The creature of fur was happy to be out and frisked along blindly; he works by scent and keen, batmanlike ears. Not to be trifled with, I can tell you. So all was right with the world or at least with this small slice of latter day Americana that is LSPland.
Then BOOM. We round the corner and there it is, the ugly face of Halloween Racism. No apologies, no ifs, ands or buts, none of that, just simple, unalloyed, brazen racism.
I stared at the grey-clad figure and wondered at the kind of blindness that thinks it's somehow OK to present the effigy of a Confederate soldier to the world on Halloween. There it was, in its grey uniform and slave-owning cap.
To add insult to injury, the effigy was clearly genderless, a mocking tribute to non-binary oppression everywhere.
Blue Cis-Gender snorted and ate something revolting on the curbside and we walked on, trying to put the ugly face of Halloween Racism behind us.
Munroe Bergdorf has nothing to with this, at all.
Carry on,
LSP
