Whilst we watch the orgy of some Nineteenth Century American history being erased by cranes and bulldozers, many sane people are asking "where does this mob-driven, primacy of consciousness ("if it's not there, it doesn't exist") end?
The answer is that, like the universe, there is no end to the guilt-expiating, politically-correct, "holier-than-thou," madness that has seized this country.
This struck me forcibly today when, as a respite from the madness I played a favorite CD: "American Pride, Songs of God and Country."
One song is K-K-K-Katy, whose lyrics have the singer insensitively stuttering.
Another, jingoistic in the extreme -- Remember Pearl Harbor, and the Alamo -- reminds us of the December 7, 1941, sneak attack by the Japanese Empire and the Mexican slaughter of Americans. (John Wayne was the only survivor.)
The Civil War Medley sings of longingly the old "Dixie" and the "land of cotton," that "won't be forgotten." And don't forget Al Jolson's patronizing "Mammy."
How about the war-mongering "Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition"?
And our friend, "Yankee Doodle," proud of his birth on the Fourth of July? Surely, he'd have to be silenced when he returned from London.
Surely, all patriotic music that uses the words America, flag, stars and stripes, country, Columbia, Republic, Star Spangled, victory, U.S.A., and everything else that even hinted at pride in, and love of, America offends too many on the left today..
Then, in literature, there are the southern writers -- Faulkner, Williams, Caldwell, and many more -- who wrote disparagingly about "white trash" and Negroes.
The pronoun "her," will no longer be applied to ships, especially row-boats and canoes. Let alone landing crafts.
OK, you take my point.
If you have any more candidates, send them along and post them on whatever outlets you have. Perhaps if thousands of examples were abroad in the land, more decent people would understand not only the folly of denying the existence of Confederate memorials today, but what that denial portends.