Inspired by patriots on both sides of the Atlantic, I drove to the town square to protect our War Memorials from rampaging gangs of Maoists, hippies and savages chancing it out of Austin. Here's what happened.
There weren't any "protesters" in the Brookshire's car park, curiously.
No Anarcho-Marxist cadres behind the library either. Like, what gives?!?
The infamous Bond Alley wasn't a heaving mass of revolutionary Communists out to smash the system. Not even an ACAB. Huh.
And there weren't any autonomous zone armed guards at the Farmers Market, but it's a small market after all. Maybe there'd be some action around the corner, at the big War Memorial.
Nothing, nada, zilch. Not a spray can, molotov cocktail, dreadlock or tofu burger in sight. Huh, strange. They're probably at the other corner of the courthouse, attacking the Confederate Soldier, I thought grimly to myself.
They weren't. The statue stood tall, a tribute to the men of this town who lost their lives in that hideous war. I paused and said a short prayer. Rest in peace.
One last stop, the library. Wow, its brazen statue to patriarchal oppression still stood. Far out. And that was that.
It seems, my friends, that the heritage of this small farming community remains intact. Good, let's keep it that way.
Deo Vindice,
LSP
