“What I do disagree with is that she has 2 blocks cleared so the family can grieve in peace, but anti war protesters can yell and scream 50 yards away at a fallen soldiers funeral. If you can clear out 2 blocks for a funeral for 1 singer you can clear out 2 blocks for all the men and women who have given their lives for our countries freedom.”
Comment regarding the father of a soldier killed in action burning the flag of New Jersey in protest over that State’s decision to lower the flag to half mast in honor of Whitney Houston
I guess the Westboro crazies as I call them have enough common sense to avoid poking the eye of public sentiment when doing so would really rile up the masses. The sad part is what this says about our society and the values that some hold near and dear to their hearts.
On the one hand, you have the families of fallen heroes who have made the ultimate sacrifice for their country being subjected to the acerbic rantings of a deranged religious cult holding placards with the words “Pray For More Dead Soldiers” and “God Killed Your Sons.”
On the other hand, and no disrespect towards Whitney Houston and her family, but you have someone who was battling a number of personal demons including addiction – subject matter I might add for which the Westboro folks have even more colorful placard terms, and nary a negative sign in sight. I guess the day of Ms. Houston’s funeral must have been some kind of a holiday for cults.
Putting aside the fact that this discrepancy in practice illustrates beyond any reasonable doubt the absolute absurdity and contradictory silliness of Phelps and the fringe element that is the Westboro movement, I cannot help but wonder why Houston’s life and sad passing took on greater importance than those of the sons and daughters, fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters who died serving an even higher purpose.
Come on Oprah (referring to the TV icon’s impromptu video about people coming together while Whitney was alive), isn’t it time we all came together as a nation to embrace the multitude of the real heroes in real life?
“Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about . . . they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community.
Well, it is too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath?”
The above comment by George Bailey in the holiday classic It’s A Wonderful Life speaks to this very sentiment, because it is “the rabble” or everyday citizen who does the working and the paying and the living and the dying. And it is the soldiers who make a conscientious choice to serve the needs of their country and in the process secure the freedom that enables a Whitney Houston to ascend the heights of fame who make the biggest, collective contribution. Are they who have fallen, and their families, any less worthy of mourning in both dignity and peace?
Yet here you have it, an admittedly blessed and wonderful talent such as Ms. Houston being given the respect of a two-block radius perimeter of privacy, while the families of everyday soldiers must be subjected to hearing the venomous spewings of a selective and duplicitous self-serving cult who are afforded this twisted ability under the right to free speech banner. The free speech I might add, won by the lives of the very soldiers towards whom the Westboro odoriferous barbs are directed.
While I personally would not burn a flag I can, given the above, understand why this Michigan father would.