My husband, David, and I live twelve miles from Kennedy Space Center and 15 miles from Cocoa Beach. It’s a laid back rural area where we mind our own business and little gets us riled. Still, we are patriotic and this sign is gettin’ lots of attention. David saw it on the way to the doctor Monday, May 10, 2010 and went back to take the picture.
You can’t help but think of the students who were sent to the principal’s office for wearing American flag T-shirts on Cinco de Mayo. A school administrator told them the shirts were “incendiary,” in other words: a means of agitation. The boys were also told that they could wear the shirts on any other day, but that day is sensitive to Mexican-Americans because it’s supposed to be their holiday.
Wait a minute. You can’t have it both ways. Either you want to be American or you don’t. Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, yet we are supposed to force our young people to go against their country, their pride and patriotism.
Then we have the teacher who ordered a young girl to stop drawing the American flag and draw something else because it was “offensive.” This was in art class, where another student was drawing a picture of the president in shades of red, white and blue and was praised for the work.
Can you imagine the outrage of the parents as they confronted the teacher? When the girl’s father asked her what she found “offensive” about the American flag or the words, God Bless America … the teacher refused to answer.
What I find an outrage is illegal immigrants marching on Washington demanding to be made legal—without going through the normal process like the legal immigrants.
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full