This post happened because of something the Cleveland Clowns and Indianapolis Sneakers did at 1 PM Eastern Time Sunday 9-24-17.
I watched as many on both teams knelt or linked arms instead of saluting the Flag.
Click. Off.
I turned on the laptop and found many other players had done something equally stupid and disrespectful around the NFL.
In fact, many of the Jacksonville Jaguars, owned by a Pakistani Moslem, and the Baltimore Ravens, stolen from NE Ohio (much like the Colts were stolen from Maryland), in London to play a game before a British audience, knelt during our anthem and stood during theirs. I guess someone forgot to tell these MENSAs most slaves brought to America came in British ships, and the British were the most avaricious of the colonial powers in Africa (if you don’t count all the Moslem slavers).
The millionaire kneelers and the parasite billionaire owners who back their posing around the league (with the honorable exception of Carolina’s NFL vet owner Jerry Richardson) also don’t mention the hideously expensive facilities where they play came out of the wallets of millions of small taxpayers, leaving the cities that have them with less money for police protection from criminals and other projects that might help the working poor in these cities. NFL owners basically blackmailed cities for decades to get the free cribs. Perhaps they should lose their anti-trust exemption and the cities should take back the stadiums by eminent domain.
Instead of watching NFL football yesterday, I decided to write about real heroes and those who commemorate them.
Those of us who love the country by and large love the exploits of our fighting men and their womenfolk as they built up this nation. Many of you might enjoy historical re-enactments and historical sites in your areas.
99 and I have seen re-enactments and historical sites in half the states of the Union. We have visited the resting place of Good King Wenceslas inside a church in Prague Castle, the Battle of the Bulge Museum in Belgium (where my division, the 101st, held out despite being surrounded by Germans during World War Two), Charlemagne’s Cathedral in Germany, Tara in Ireland (a hill where St. Patrick preached to the High King and his court outside at night inside a perimeter of torches and armed warriors), and the house in Lorraine in which Joan of Arc lived. We went to Mass in the little church she attended also … the little home parish of a saint and a warrior patriot.
Believe it or not, there is now a group in New Orleans called “Krewe d’ Jeanne d’ Arc” which features Joan and medieval history re-enactments and history lectures. Joan’s group seems to be a mix of devout Catholics and non-religious people. Even those with few beliefs but good hearts will honor someone they respect in their own way.
I’ve been on the Battle of New Orleans site, where Andrew Jackson, a bunch of Southerners and Kentuckians, free blacks, Creoles, and French privateers beat a British invasion force. Joan and her men freed Orleans, France, and Jackson and his men protected the city named after Joan’s first big military victory.
At the politically incorrect Gettysburg re-enactment in 2013, I saw a Texas buddy in action for the Rebs one day. The next day I photographed a firefight involving the son of my oldest friend and other Union re-enactors against Johnnies coming thru the woods. Many of the re-enactors’ ladies were charming in period costume. And a few girls got into uniform to add to the ranks.

Black powder smoke makes its own fog of war. The Rebs are about to try to rush the Union troops, shown here on the defensive. In tan or gray uniforms, they blend in with the trees and the smoke. Even the Southerners’ red battle flag is only a flash in the center of the picture. I took this picture mid-morning on a very sunny day.
At an Antietam re-enactment, 99 and I saw a full-on simulated clash with some injuries and men thrown from horses and wagons. These things happened back in the day. And we witnessed some Christian espionage. A teenage girl dressed in Civil War era dress and boots slyly gave out invites to her church along with info on the battle.
I braved the sleet one Christmas morn, after going to Midnight Mass, to see Washington and his men cross the Delaware River. Except for his “Joisey” accent, the man who played Washington was totally believable. He was tall, in good shape, commanding, a bit blunt and harsh, and very businesslike. One woman asked, “Why is Washington’s hair brown and in a ponytail?” I said Washington had brown hair and it was only later that he started to have bad hair and facial wrinkles like Hillary. Everyone within earshot roared with laughter.


