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Revolutionary Communist Party Member

Gregory Lee Johnson

It was during the 1984 Republic National Convention, in Dallas, Texas, that Gregory Lee Johnson felt compelled to burn the American flag.  Since I wasn’t there, I have no way to know why, but he was promptly arrested for desecration of the American flag, as he should have been.

But Johnson, it turns out, was protesting something – much like exuberant youths of today are regularly protesting something, anything – deemed unfair, dangerous, too white, too black, too cold, not cold enough.  But you get the idea; and Johnson took the matter of his arrest to the Supreme Court.

A team of lawyers took Johnson’s case there under the idea his blatant, arrogant arson of an iconic symbol was merely him exercising his First Amendment rights under The Constitution.

Since the Court was split to favor Democrats – the party that hates America and Americans – the ruling, after deliberation, agreed with Johnson.  It said he could burn the American flag even though his actions expressed hate during a time when America was healing.

Keep in mind the Vietnam war had just ended with returning soldiers spat upon and called dirty names for trying to perform their jobs in a foreign country in which they weren’t wanted.  They returned to a country where strangers were now berating them, too.

Johnson’s Supreme Court ruling was heralded as a milestone for free speech followed soon thereafter by drowning religious icons in jars of urine in the name of art under The First Amendment.  Leftists now possessed a get-out-of-jail-free card to do nearly anything antagonistic, and hide beneath the very Constitution they so hate.

It’s been nearly forty years since Johnson became famous for poking his finger in the proverbial bear.  And this is where my story begins.

Since I was a little kid I enjoyed a sport called NASCAR racing.  Stock automobiles were used in the beginning of this motorsport as its name National Association of Stock Car Automobile Racing implies.

Racers would drive the family sedan to the track, race and drive home in the same vehicle, hopefully with the winner’s check.

Most highly educated people – at least they think they are – look down on NASCAR racing and its fans as being less-than-equal to themselves as grossly undereducated.

That’s their opinion, but there’s an old saying that goes, “Opinions are like a$$ holes; everybody has got one, and they all stink.”

Up until this last week – June 7, 2020 – to be precise, I watched NASCAR races and enjoyed most of them.

Decades of cheering for spectacular races and fraction-of-a-second finishes, kept me coming back week after week after week, for over fifty years.

Leading up to June 7^th, our nation turned into a tinderbox with malcontents and troublemakers burning buildings and looting and taking over entire sections of cities, all in the name of something they term “systemic racism.”

NASCAR used to have black drivers, and still has black pit crew members, as well as black NASCAR officials.

The lone black driver in 2020 NASCAR is a fellow named Bubba Wallace.  His entry into the sport a handful of years ago was met with great hoopla about the sport re-integrating.

Before the June 7^th race, Wallace read a heartfelt note from his Mother about how she was concerned over any run-ins he might have that would lead to his death at the hands of the police.

After the race, he collapsed during an interview with race reporter Jamie Little.  And later, he expressed his concern about Confederate flags flying over the varying race venues – many of which are located in the South.

NASCAR immediately issued a dictum to preclude any Confederate flag from flying or being noticed at any track on the circuit.  Their reasoning is that no one should feel uncomfortable.

Two people who are nearly forty years apart in their actions and opinions have demonstrated how weak a nation America has become.  The American flag is no longer sacred, as is the Confederate flag.  Both are an integral part of our history, right or wrong.

Both flew over deadly battles in which patriotic Americans died for their beliefs.  And now those symbolic banners have been relegated to the rag bag because of the lame opinions and feelings of two whiners.

There are many things that upset me, too.  But I don’t rally fellow Americans to burn, loot, and ruin the lives of others. 

I feel these aforementioned malcontents should have been given a one-way bus ticket out of the country rather than fame. 

As a footnote, Wallace, in a post race interview was asked about racism he personally felt growing up in America; he said he felt very little if any.  Glad he climbed aboard the victim du jour bus.

Way to go, America!