How not to Retire the Confederate Flag

This blog holds no truck with the Confederacy. We're too much of a Yankee, a Blue Belly, even, and we like the United States whole. Look over on the sidebar. There's the article we wrote on Sherman's March, and a glorious thing it was, biblical even. Glory-Glory Hallelujah indeed and John Brown's body lies a 'mulderin' in the grave...We say take the statues down and put them in old Confederate cemeteries.

Still, our maternal grandmother was born in Natches, Mississippi, raised in Baton Rouge and later Waterproof, Louisiana. Our motorboat is named Waterproof, and in Mississippi the family owns land originally purchased from former Confederate officers.

We're glad Trump has already said, 'no' to renaming bases named after Confederates. Not just no, but hard no. As the sweet and faire Kayleigh  MCenany asked, 'Where does it stop?'

So NASCAR has banned the Confederate Flag. Which is stupid. Yes,  pick a fight with your fans and guarantee that thousands will show up and fly the flag. How'd that workout for the NFL? The smart thing would have been to say nothing and let the issue peter out. As time goes by the flag would have disappeared on it's own. Now it's a thing.

Speaking of, it is with sadness we report that our Lake Buel neighbor's Confederate Flag finally succumbed to the ravages of time. 

In memoriam