The Last Full Measure of Monumental Hypocrisy

I’m starting to think the Left might be right about taking down our monuments.  America is no longer a place for the legacy of notable white men of history to be openly celebrated with their monuments on public display.   The euphoric degeneracy, rampant corruption, and insane mirth accompanying our national decline as it is labeled “progress,” epitomized and embodied by the Left and the legions of Esau’s amongst us who are all too eager to sell our heritage and birthright for the lentils of political correctness is a fair indicator that the monuments to great men of our history like Robert E. Lee and Jefferson Davis do indeed need to be removed.

For America in general and the South, in particular, ceased to be the land they fought for a long time ago.

If the laws of creation could be suspended long enough for the souls of these men to be awoken from their rest to possess and animate their stone-cold visages, I would wish to God that they would be bound from doing so, lest they learn of the great squandering of their legacy by their descendants with their own eyes.

Perhaps the time for the memory of Kipling’s gods of the copybook headings (aka gods of wisdom and virtue) to fade and for them to be supplanted by the gods of the marketplace has come.   If you have joined your voice with the cacophony of others that call for their removal, they’re not your heroes. Nor were they ever. You neither comprehend that you could nor deserve to be the arbiters of their legacy.  Bandage your fingers, ye burnt fools, and go wobbling back to your precious fires.

While we may oppose in principle the full frontal assault upon our heritage that is this crusade of the eternally outraged, whose only faculties are apparently surrendering all that our forefathers with much difficulty attained, we also realize the inherent folly and innate superficiality of the notion that tearing down a monument to a great man accomplishes anything more than exalting him.

When the Catholic church exh