What do you stand for?

Or: To Stand or Not to Stand, That is the Question!
(and it is a vicious one)

 

 

I have to admit, this is one of those conflicts where I think, "I think I should be upset…but I'm not sure…!"

I know people on both sides of the argument. My friend Denton believes that Colin (and Gabby, even though it wasn't quite the same) has the right to refuse to stand up and anyone who makes a big deal out of it should face the consequences, if applicable. (Such as the recent report of Santa Clara police officers refusing to provide security for 49ers games–he thinks if they refuse to work, they should be fired.) Conversely, Christian Kane–star of LeverageThe Librarians and a sometime country singer–got angrier than I have ever seen him, except in character:

(I should point out that he tweets for himself–this is not the screed of some angry assistant.)

 

Wow. Ouch. Gee. I have honest to Goddess never seen him this angry when he's not in character. (*cringe*)


So I guess it comes down to my own beliefs and values.

As a priestess of the goddess (though I am not currently sworn to anyone in particular), I am committed to freedom–so long as it doesn't hurt another physically, mentally or emotionally, you're welcome to it.

However, I also acknowledge that the military runs in my family. Both my grandfathers served in World War II. (I don't know what Pop-Pop did, but Grandpa went from hauling water to mess sergeant, so he made sure the troops were fed–very important!) Three out of five of my uncles served in Vietnam; one of them made the Army guard his career. I always thought my dad was a conscientious objector because he didn't have that special spark…he admitted to me a month or two ago that it was because they wouldn't let him into the guard! | Me? Well, if you've known me long enough, you're aware of the fact that it was only my health that has kept me out. Otherwise I'd be a staff sergeant (AF) or second class petty officer (N)–or even an officer, since I have a degree!–somewhere in the world right now. In that acknowledgement, I recognize the belief that my family and the families of others fought and died so you could have the freedoms that you enjoy, and that I believe in as a priestess. How many families expected to embrace their son or daughter at the end of a tour of duty and found themselves embracing a Dreaded Doorknocker instead?


Then I sit here and I realize that's not very conclusive.

But maybe I don't care.

Think about it…aren't there other things in the world more important than whether someone acknowledges the national anthem?

And ours is kind of sad, anyway.

 

Ireland has "Amhran na bhFiann" ("The Soldiers' Song"), vowing to protect the country at all costs.

Spain has "La Marcha Real" ("The Royal March"); which has no official lyrics, but variations of which promote unity of the residents of Spain and loyalty to the country.

What do we have? "Our flag survived a battle." Yay! [/sarcasm]

I think it was Willie Nelson who said after 9/11 that we needed a more cheerful anthem, like "America the Beautiful", and I agree. "Our country is pretty and we love it a great deal" is better than singing about a flag that didn't get blown up by the British(?).


Since I goofed last time and didn't keep to my word of using more pictures, I'll part with two:

 (I was going to use the seal, but the folded wings are very pretty by themselves.)

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